°•And how long will it take, before you start to hate yourself, and go straight to the arms of someone else...•°

And I'll just... wait till those arms belong to me. And I'm not saying that you love me...

-...I'm not saying anything.-

•

Geto simply stared as the arms of a guy wrapped around your waist and held you tightly against his body. His fist clenched, and he could feel the rage running through his veins as he wished with all his heart he could be the one holding you like that. Making you smile. Making you happy.

He just wanted to be the one you loved.