...if he's cheating on you.
In a way, An had always suspected that Momoshiro had been cheating on her. She was just too hopeful to admit it, but when Momoshiro would always cancel plans with the excuse that he had to train for tennis, An had her doubts. Momoshiro having to train was no lie, however, but the fact that at the courts a certain girl happened to be there, and a rather good-looking one at that, did nothing to ease An's troubles. At first, she was jealous, extremely jealous, but she was eventually able to shake the feeling off, thoroughly convincing herself that she was not going to be one of those possessive and paranoid girlfriends, though, as she's come to realize, it probably would have done her best if she had been just that.
"I don't deserve someone like you," Momoshiro muttered, eyes locked on the ground in front of him.
"What do you mean?" An asked, though she knew full well what he meant. She has had this line used on her so many times, she has actually become immune to it.
"I just don't think I can do this anymore. I'm not good enough for you."
An did nothing to respond as she heard this. She just merely stood there, watching Momoshiro scuffle his feet against the cement as he continued to avoid her gaze.
"Bullshit," she said, her voice lower than what it normally was. Momoshiro looked at her with widened eyes. He had never heard such harsh words coming from An. "If you're going to tell me something, if you're going to break my heart, at least give it to me straight."
Momoshiro remained quiet as he shrunk away timidly at the directness of her tone.
"So what happened?" An asked, seeing that Momoshiro was refusing to say anything at that point.
"I don't know," he said, his voice a little shaky. "She just passed by to watch us play, and then things just…happened."
With that explanation, An just shook her head and walked away. She said nothing more. Their entire novel of a love story ended with just one little disapproving gesture, and then she was gone. As she was leaving, however, Momoshiro stared after her, trying to decipher the expression on her face. It wasn't grief, and there was no anger or resentment to it. It was just…nothing.
To be honest, that was probably the worst reaction he could get.
Hmm, you think that with summer vacation and all, I would actually be faster in updating this, but in reality, I'm updating a lot less frequently. I'm sorry for not writing anything in a while, and I hope I'll be a little bit faster now. This chapter is short, but I promise you that I'll have the next chapter by the day after tomorrow at the most. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this one.
I wanted to give you a continuation of the break-up scene because the one I had earlier was really short and unsatisfying. This one still has a little bit of loose ends, but I promise you that it will all work out. Just trust.