Yamato Ishida was an idiot.
He had listened as Akemi and Tai talked and he had heard when they rushed out of the apartment to find Takeru. He gazed at the scattered extra sleeping pills on his bedside table. He had meant to take them, wanted to really, but even his brother's loathing speech could not force from his mind the pain stricken look Hikari had given him early this morning. He thought back to the incidents over the years, the break between himself and Takeru and the friendship with Hikari.
She was too good for him.
He knew and had accepted it a long time ago. Hikari was the light everyone needed and he was the polar opposite. She didn't need him to ruin her life any more than he had done already.
It was time to do the best thing for Kari now. It was time to go.
He left one-hour later duffel bag slung over his shoulder and car keys hung limply in his hand.
It honestly was the best option for her now. Without him, she could move on and find someone good enough, someone with worth and a future.
His car's engine roared to life and Yamato Ishida looked at his apartment building for the last time.