WEDNESDAY
The next night was not as pleasant. Kanda's window was open, but he was pacing angrily and yelling into his phone. He gestured wildly, not noticing the redhead watching him. Lavi was stretched out on his bed, facing the window, and was 'studying' while watching his neighbor. His music player cycled through various techno CDs in the background, drowning out the argument next door.
I HATE HERwas slammed against the window, causing Lavi to jump. He immediately grabbed his sketchpad to reply.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
Apparently I'm a bad boyfriend. I tolerate her. What else does she want?!
UM… A HEALTHY LOVING RELATIONSHIP, MAYBE?
Then she shouldn't have picked me
DUMP HER THEN
I can't
I'M SORRY :(
Kanda shrugged, then closed the curtain.
/Poor Kanda…/ Lavi thought to himself. /We've been in the same class since middle school, but I've never seen him this unhappy before. I just want… to make it go away somehow./ On impulse, Lavi continued scribbling in the sketchbook.
I LOVE YOU
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