᧔ Eita Otoya ¹

When you first met him, you thought he'd be a good boyfriend. But it was a lie. He never was. He was always flirting with other women, and with you too, as if it were all a game. He left you alone when you needed him most. The relationship was so toxic that you wanted to leave him, but he always lied. Not to change, but to change his methods and keep you with him. The promises he made, the ones you begged him to keep through your tears, he never kept. And that's what hurt you the most. So much so that the pain began to feel like a habit. He didn't love you. He only used you because of how good you were, how you cared, how you were always there. And when you confronted him, he would say, "You're exaggerating, she's just a friend. " Friend? A friend doesn't flirt with someone's boyfriend...right?

You were with him just now, in bed. You knew he was talking to someone online. Maybe one of his "friends," like he always said.

"Who are you talking to?" you asked, turning around to look at him.

"Are you jealous again?" she replied with a frown. "If you're going to act like this, you'd better leave."

You said you needed me… you said you were going to take me out to eat, but you didn't, you said, upset and hurt.

There was an awkward silence. Otoya didn't answer. He just kept talking on the phone.

"Do you love me?"... you asked directly.

You know it's true. I love you. You're very special , she said, knowing that with those words she was only hurting you more.

"It hurts, " you said, looking down.

If you trusted me a little more, it wouldn't hurt, would it?... he said, as he put down his phone and hugged you