A cloud formed when she released a cold breath, her hands trembled still holding the steel railing; tucked some of her navy locks behind her ear, wishing that the water forming in her eyes would just freeze.

She hates it when he sees her look weak and vulnerable. She hates it all, generally.

Wait. Does he still care if she is in this state?

Let's break up

Those three words coming from his mouth stabbed her speechless. When couples break up she would think they are just exaggerating.

Like hell, she takes that back.

"Haruka" He called her name again, Not the shorten version like how he usually calls her. Blue eyes continue to focus on her but she herself looked straight at the fading colors in the city.

"Let's brea -"

"I heard you, no need to repeat it. Saruhiko." her voice cracked. Tears start to swell up again, for some reason she knew it was coming.

"Why?" She asked, making one of her hands fall from the railing down to her side. A red mark flushed in her palm while the other still held on to the rail; still trembling not from the coldness but his answer.

She managed to look at him, noticing his glasses have fogged. Through the translucent frames were the steel blue eyes that had not given a hint of emotion from the start of their relationship. Haruka was used to that, but it wasn't the kind that she fell for. How it pierced into hers scares her, even without him stating his reason she could feel herself weighing down; her arms now shaking and her legs tempting to break down.

"If you find me annoying, a bother, or a pain in the ass you should have told me from the start!" She raised her voice. It sucked how it wasn't the kind of anger she wanted to vent out on him.

"No"

"I don't." He let out, "I realized being in a committed relationship has been a burden for me. Let's call it off" Haruka waited for him to continue. Instead he walked closer to her, making the gap between them grow smaller by a second. His free hand got a hold of hers for the last time, but the warmth she used to feel while he held her wasn't there anymore.

"Haruka"

She looked down; untwine her hand from his hold. Her other hand detached from the railing to rub both her hands, chapped lips forced its way to a smile but ended up remaining in its counterpart.

The girl mouthed a few words; heads were turned to the pair when she shouted at him for the last time. Haruka briskly walked passed him blending with the crowd. Tears rained down her face immediately; step by step she jogged her way down the stairs. Images ran to her mind -the fond memories when he was there for her as well as the smallest gestures he applied only to her.

Haruka wished she reached her home sooner, she wished none of this ever happened; she wished she would have picked a better guy then some sickening four eye.

She wished...

The girl paused by an alley, sunk herself down; her face buried on her knees, finally she sobbed out all her tears.

An idiot

She felt like a huge idiot. She never thought she would cry over a guy, and the fact he made the first move, and now he's calling it off.

Tsk.

Actually she imagined herself breaking up with him, but it turned out that it was him who ended it. And the fact she fell for him. Her lips curved in a bitter smile the way it can be compared to a Joker's. She swung her arm to the wall, her head still down and more tears streamed.

The fact that she admitted it sounded worse than she imagined, it had a disgusting feel yet a part of her doesn't seem to regret. Flushed lips were pursed, got on her feet and leaned her head back, tears lightly dried up from the cold.

It sucks; she wants to see him again.

A cold hearted jerk like him.

She knew better than to fall for a guy like him

Puff of cold air formed as she exhaled slowly, getting up on her knees- her back still leaning to the wall. What made him attracted to her? The times he would crack a smile thinking that she wouldn't notice? What about the few instances when he opened up to her even just the littlest detail about himself?

And the kisses they both shared? She knew he is not a fan of body contact yet he took the initiative every time and none of them were displeasing.

"Asshole" Gritting her teeth, now shivering and tears pouring down again

What was I to you after all those months?

Infatuation

Her conscience echoed inside her, ignoring it didn't help.

It's a temporary feeling, you'll get over it

"It better damn be" She clutches her chest, tired from crying. Tears dried up faster than expected, still trying to catch her breath.

She wished he would have chased after her.

Then again they are now labeled as official strangers since and even if he did she would just push him away.

A/N: I will be most happy if you give me a review and are interested in what more is coming. It might be annoying to wait that long (believe me i know how it feels) but i will do my best in making this.

Yannie - sama