This is how it usually starts.

You're nose deep in a book,losing yourself as the words spill on the pages,grasping your attention with no intention on letting you go.

He's laughing with his friend at something,you can see him playfully punch his friends shoulder.

You may or may not have smiled at the mere sight of him catching his breath with his hands on his knees from the severe laugh attach that happened prior.

He calms himself and your eyes lock,a small grin plastered on both of your lips.

You find out his name is Hideyoshi Nagachika.A nice could get used to the feeling of it escaping your lips more often.

This is how it usually starts.

You're in the middle of an argument that makes no sense. Something small either of you had said or done, but big enough to tear the remaining strings holding on for dear life out of its place.

You curse. He curses back, and pushes you towards the wall. You grip something – anything – and you throw it at him, calling him a son of a bitch and any other insults your insane, angry mind can come up with.

You can say you're sorry,say that this isn't worth the pain,say that you don't even know what the argument was how badly you need how you can't imagine spending the rest of your life without how these past 2 years have changed your life.

You don't.

You rush to your room and grab all of your can hear him yelling,spiting out words like venom but its all a blur to you at this point.

All you can feel is the burn in your throat,the throbbing of your head and the dull ache in your chest.

This is how it usually ends.

You're almost out the front door when he grabs you by the shoulder and turns you eyes are red,swollen and impossibly pleading.

He's asking you to remember what you had in the beginning.

He starts sobbing and you can feel tears spilling down your chin onto the floor.

You realize your mistake.

You realize you're the cause of his sadness, and you realize you don't want him to be sad. You want him to be happy. You don't want to see tears streaming down his face.

You push past him without another word.

He's crying harder.

You try to not think about your first kiss,the first shy,brief contact of try not to remember how your heart pounded hours try not to think about how you've never been so happy in your life.

You try not to think about how much this is hurting him.

You try not to think.

Either way,you leave.

This is how it usually ends.