Kurume
I sat on the bench outside the school.
A bottle of water in my hand, my mind a mess.
I kept trying to find the right words.
Typing and deleting the same message over and over again.
"Miyako, it's not what you think..."
Too cliché.
"She came on to me..."
Sounds like an excuse.
In the end — nothing.
And then someone stopped beside me.
— "Seriously? You're just gonna sit here?"
I looked up.
Yuna.
Backpack slung over her shoulder, anger on her face.
— "You still haven't apologized."
— "I tried. She's not answering…"
— "So what? That's it? You're giving up?"
— "I don't know what else to do!"
She sat down beside me.
We sat in silence for a moment.
— "Do you even know how she feels?"
— "No."
— "Then let me tell you."
Yuna turned to me.
Her voice grew softer — but sharper.
— "She thinks she was just 'convenient' to you. That you only held onto her until someone flashier came along."
I lowered my head.
— "That's not true…"
— "Then prove it."
Yuna stood up.
— "You want her back?"
— "Of course."
— "Then get up. And do something, Kurume.
Otherwise, she'll walk away. And this time — for good."
Later
I watched her walk away.
Do something.
It sounded simple.
But inside… everything burned.
"I messed everything up. But if there's even the slightest chance — even one — I have to fight."