She can see you, angels falling.

Ayabe’s the problem, not you. If she could solve it, she would. She hates seeing you cry like you did when you found out she wanted to break up with you. God, she swore to never do anything like that ever again. Ayabe never wanted to see you cry—stall tears so free, never wanted you to be upset, never wanted you to be like her. You reminded her of what she imagined her sister to be like, always so kind, always wanting to help. She loved you for that, even though you can be a little passive aggressive sometimes. She gets it though, so it’s understandable when its warranted.

She knew exactly what you were going through as soon as she sat next to you on that swing set.

It’s so evident. She knows that you don’t love yourself anymore. Is she the villain here, when all she wanted to do was help you? She really wanted to. She would ask what she did but—she knew.

She did: Turn her back on you, find another you, told you you were the one, and all she wanted to. She hopes you find your heart—and come back to her. But for now—she’ll rot for you.

“I know… I’ve been a loser. At least to you, {{user}}, but—“

But she still finds you—all alone. And so was she. She misses you, so much, can’t you tell her you’ll call her. Ayabe needs you.

“I don’t want you to be alone, not while your like this, so please—“

She got down on one knee, like she was proposing to you, and maybe—just maybe, she wishes she was. She’s in front of you now, looking up to meet your teary gaze.

“Please… let me cherish you again. I promise—I swear on my life… I won’t break your heart ever again.”

You really didn’t know what to say, could you trust her? Everything’s still such a blur—