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Prologue
He has everything a guy could ever ask.
The looks, the job, the money, the flat, and of course the girl who's a perfect match…
Everything falls into place, until…
He came home late that night, tired and spent.
But it was all worth it, he said to himself. After all, he did a good job, finished just in time, and all the hard work, sleepless nights and almost zero personal life were all forgotten when they finished the project a while ago.
Now all there is left for him to do is to present it to her.
IT'S hers after all.
As soon as he stepped into the flat, he noticed something.
To be exact, he felt something.
Something different.
Usually, he'll smell wafting aromas of a dinner she'd prepared the moment he opened the door as well as her music will be filling his ears.
But there is none.
All he can see is darkness, and the moment he turned the light on in the living room, he knew she's not yet in.
Thinking that she might've been in her work, he sat down on the couch and there, he saw a letter.
Mi-chan, that pesky nickname she gave him was written a piece of folded white linen paper placed on the coffee table.
What is it this time? A smirk crept on his lips as he thought of the different ways she'd came up to surprise him. But that smile faded when he finished reading and the letter fell on the floor.
Mi-chan,
I don't know what time will you be home today, and I don't even remember the last time we've dined together and you're not in a hurry, or even talk without your phone ringing and all.
I'm sorry…
I noticed that you've been irritated lately, and we never get the chance to talk. Whenever I try to talk to you, you don't seem to be interested because you either go away because of a call from your office or you fall asleep. I was beginning to feel the space growing between us, and it scares me. It scares the hell out of me.
We barely talk, we don't do anything… Is there someone else?
I need space to think if I can compete with your work or if there is another woman or if you still care for me like I do.
I miss you, I miss us… and I love you…
But can't go on like this…
I just… I don't think I can go on like this as if I'm the only one who cares…
I'm sorry…
Goodbye, love.
He didn't know how long he'd been staring into space.
He was shocked.
She left him.
He was misunderstood.
And now, he's alone.
Fuuko's not here.
She's gone.
And now, without him knowing…
His tears simply fall.
Boys don't cry, but real men do. And when they cry, they cry from the heart.
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Chapter One preview…
"You look like hell, man! What happened?" Recca said. Tokiya looked at him with empty eyes and said, "She left me."
He took another swig of beer, and crushed it when it was empty.
"Do you know why?" Recca knew that Tokiya's not the type who'll talk, but he was shocked with what he saw.
Tears.
The unbreakable Tokiya Mikagami is now crying in his empty palms.
"That bad, huh?" Recca sighed and sat beside his friend. He knew no words won't be any help, so he simply sat, waiting for the man's pain to subside.
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K.S.