Disclaimer: This story is mine and mine alone. However Shu and Yuki are from someone else. Don't ask more.

I just hang up the phone.

Why did you do this?! Why did you called?!

I remember perfectly what I felt when Seguchi told me you wanted to talk to me.

Fear. That's what I felt.

After all this moths I was finally doing ok.

I have finally let you go.

I know now we weren't meant to be.

I still care about you, but not as I used to.

True, I still think about you and it still hurts, but I was getting better.

No more tears. No more sadness. Maybe even a smile for the time we shared together.

And now this. Fuck, I'm shaking right now.

I want to cry, and scream, and... and... ah! I wanted to curse you so much!

I wanted to hurt you, I wanted to tell you all I didn't tell you that day.

It's probably my fault, and I'm regretting sending you a 'Congratulations Message'.

But it was your birthday. And I couldn't help it. I wanted you to know I haven't forgotten.

Because I remember last year I forgot.

You were right, I'm a stupid boy.

I should've kept quiet, but noooo, I had to follow my instincts, which, again, were wrong.

Damn Seguchi for giving you my number.

When I picked up I had forgotten you were supposed to call.

And then I heard your voice.

Just as I remember it. I almost drop the phone.

You were being nice, and I tried to be nice too.

I heard all those things that had nothing to do with us, and I felt you were just trying to fill the silence.

I listened, but said practically nothing.

I could tell you were nervous, but didn't care.

Who would've thought you would be nervous of talking to me!

I know why you really called. I'm one of the few persons that have ever really cared about you. And I'm sure you miss that.

I miss you too.

But it hurts too much. When I heard you told me you wanted to give me my old scarf back I almost jumped on surprise.

A part of me became full of hope. Another part became full of anger.

Anger at me, mind you, because I'm stupid enough to think that we could get back together.

I know, I know, don't say it. 'Baka'.

And then you made a jock out of our relationship.

'When I dumped you', you said.

It broke my heart. Right now you must be kicking yourself on your head.

Good. I wanted to hurt you so I answered with sarcasm and told you I didn't want to see you.

I admitted it hurts too much.

So know you know it. I'm not over you yet. But I will be.

Maybe then I'll call you and tell you I'm sorry for being mean and that I forgive you.

Just not yet.

You think we'll be friends someday?

I wish I could say I want to, but... I'm not so sure.

You'll see all those months haven't only given me the time to begin to heal, they have also given me something else.

The understanding that you were not only stupid when you broke up with me, but that you were cruel.

And that maybe you never deserved anything from me. Not my love or my friendship.

So let me tell you something: If you ever want to be my friend you'll have to get my trust again. The hard way.

... Of course I've changed, of course I've being harsh on you.

This is, after all, what happens to love when you cut it like you did.

It dies.