Dear Diary,
He's here. The stupid idiot Takeshi. Why is he here, refusing to go away, just standing there staring at me, like I was something he had missed for too long. Can't he see that I'm writing?
Thank god, he's moving. I don't how much longer I could have lasted, with him looking at me like that. Wait, no- WHY IS HE COMING CLOSER?!
Me: Get away from me, bastard!
Bastard: …I missed you, Hayato.
Me: Fine, whatever, see if I care. Now leave me alone!
Bastard: No. You almost died. I am not leaving until everything is fine.
That really pissed me off. I don't know why, but I felt so angry at him at that moment. So I yelled my lungs out. "What do you mean, until everything is fine?! Nothing has been fine for too long! Why the fuck do you think I fucking tried to drown myself?! Do you think I just go and jump in lakes for no reason?! Do you, you bastard?!"
I saw him flinch from that. Good. I hope he's suffering from the force of my hatred. Wait, why is he leaning closer? Why is he reaching for my face?
I shuddered as I felt his fingers brush my cheeks. "Don't cry, Hayato," he whispered and I jumped slightly. Had I been crying?
I felt his arms wrap around me. He was hugging me, holding me while I was sad.
"I-I missed you too," I said, crying into his forgotten embrace.