Looking at him now, she wasn't sure what to think. Her mind kept almost grasping at something. Flashes of what could be danced before her. Light splayed out onto the man in front of her- her boyfriend of eight months. It danced over his soft brown hair and lightly tanned skin and her eyes followed the line it made towards her own body, wrapped in a thick, grey comforter.

He turned his head to face her, his eyes opening blearily and a small smile forming on his face.

Another flash.

Was it his smile?

She shook her head. No, it wasn't big enough. There was no surprise in his face, and when she could grasp the glimpses of that smile, it could only be described as exuberant.

"Mmm… morning, Hiyori." He sat up, leaning over and kissing her on the tip of her nose. "Did you sleep alright?"

He was caring and considerate, and it put her at ease as the glimpses dissipated. She looked at his eyes, searching for another emotion besides grogginess.

It was his eyes made the half memories return. They were a deep brown, and she could never figure out why, but they would bring up a fluttering in her stomach, unlike the butterflies she was used to.

But his eyes weren't the right color as those eyes, although she couldn't recall what that color would have been.

She curled into him, resting her head against his chest. "Yeah." She didn't feel like talking, and he could tell.

"I'll go make some breakfast." He stood, picking up a pair of boxers from the floor as he left and reminding her of what had happened the night before; of how dirty she had felt after; of a feeling akin to betrayal.

To who?

She sighed, pulling her clothes together as well while she ignored the stains on her bedding.

Oh right, this was her apartment.

She stood, hiking a pair of pajama pants up her legs and looking over at her vanity, where a small Capyper doll sat. She remembered then, that that was the first time she met Kouto outside of school. She remembered this feeling of forgetfulness lingering over her then, as well.

Words rang in her head.

"I release you from our bond, Iki Hiyori. I sever all ties with you."

And then she remembered who she had been attempting to think about all night and all morning; who was always there in the back of her mind. She remembered why she should feel so guilty for consumating a relationship with Fujisaki Kouto.

She could only curl in a ball on the floor and cry, wishing that the carpet would swallow her and she wouldn't feel so…

Guilty? Like a traitor? Like a…

A tear slid across her nose, to the spot Kouto had kissed her.

She blinked sitting up and wiping her tears away.

Why was she crying?

An image jumped at her, but she couldn't grab at it before it disappeared.