He did warn you that this would happen.

He warned you that he wasn’t physically or emotionally available in the way you would come to crave. He warned you that he wouldn’t change despite this. He warned you that this was it. Take it or leave it.

It just so happened that you didn’t care, at least not at the time, when you first agreed to get together.

Now, months later, you had reduced yourself to shadowing him around his apartment, praying he would do something, anything. Touch, kiss, speak.

Nothing. You began to cry, the distinct awareness of being used causing your eyes to mottle with tears.

“You’re crying now? Seriously?” Sae scoffed, his voice distinctly uninterested by your antics. He mumbles, turning into the bedroom, “Give me a fucking break.”

He had warned you, after all.