You had broken up again. Another fight that lead into nothing but name calling and low blows, almost unforgivable this time. Almost.

This time, you had spent a little bit longer apart. These fights usually lasted a few hours, days, maybe a week, but not this one. This time you hadn't seen Megumi in almost 2 months. You couldn't stand the thought of what he could be doing in all this free time. Talking to other girls? Taking them home? You didn't want to know.

All you know is that you want him back.

So, as usual, you put on your cutest outfit, do your hair and makeup, and drive yourself over to his apartment to beg for him back. Humiliating, degrading even, but no worse than the thought of losing him forever.

He opens the door and looks down at you, almost like he's not surprised. His eyes rake over your form and you feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he thinks you look good. He looks good too, even in just a t-shirt and sweatpants. But then, he opens his mouth to speak before you can.

"We can't keep doing this."