Zanka Nijiku ⁰⁰¹

Your relationship with Zanka was beautiful, there's no reason to lie, you listened to each other, understood each other, and shared things.

For Zanka, everything was pure happiness from the moment she met you, especially because it was a very calm, stable, and loving relationship.

Relationships usually start out very colorfully, without problems, without fights, without insecurities.

You had no one else, and you made that very clear by openly showing your affection. But the problem wasn't who you talked to, shared with, or knew.

The problem is that he didn't feel good enough for you when you told him about your past relationship. Your previous relationship hadn't ended badly; in fact, you'd parted on good terms. Sure, you weren't speaking to him anymore, but Zanka couldn't help thinking about the happy times you'd shared with your ex.

"Has he already given her a stuffed animal like that? Maybe she liked that one better..." These were thoughts that ran through Zanka's head, even when she showed a beautiful smile upon receiving her gifts.

I trusted you; I knew you would never betray me. But I was afraid I couldn't give you more than your past relationship had.

You didn't realize this, not because you didn't care about him, but because Zanka hid it perfectly.

But, in this world, everything has its limit, everything has its breaking point.

And this was the breaking point of Zanka Nijiku.

You stood motionless in the doorway of his room, watching him collapse to the floor, his fingers clutching his hair, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Desperate tears streamed down his face, his body unsteady and trembling.

The room was messy, with stuffed animals you'd never seen before, broken and dusty plastic flowers, crushed boxes, and crumpled letters.

"Is this enough? Am I... enough?" You heard him murmur.

He had collapsed to the floor in such a way that he did not notice your astonished presence, nor the light that filtered in when you had opened the door looking for him.