Eita didn't know why he was like this. He never knew he could be so heartless. Sure, he loved fighting and all, but he had swore to himself that he'd never lay a hand on you. How wrong of him to think that. You were the first person that he truly loved --- not like his other flings, he really loved you. But it always ended up like this, didn't it?

He looked down at you, swallowing the lump in his throat as he dropped the broken glass that he had just swung at you. His hands shook slightly as he looked away, not wanting to meet your gaze.

"...Get up." he muttered, turning away. He desperately wanted to apologize, but his pride held him up.