A/N: New chapter up and still glad to be back! PLZ ENJOY ;3

"Welcome baaack, onii-san! Hope you brought my choco- Are you okay?"

I reached out my arm towards her, but couldn't bring myself to look at her. I had hoped she wouldn't notice my expression, but she already did. Shit.

She took the take-away cup and didn't hesitate to complain immediately. "What the … Why is it stone cold?" she asked. I didn't have the energy to answer her. I just wanted to lay down. And never get up. Just never. I faceplanted on my leather couch and didn't move at all after that. I was just so over it.

"Okay, what's going on?" Miki asked, sitting down next to my head. Oh god. She's my sister and all, and I trust her more than any other family member. Do I trust her this much, though?

"I … met my ex-girlfriend from college in the cafe," I started. Can't go back now. "And?" she asked. I continued: "She's engaged. And apparently she's having a college reunion tomorrow and she never contacted me to tell me about it or even invite me. Miki, she genuinely did not want me there!" Feeling my fingers trembling, I clenched my hands together. Miki narrowed her eyes at me. "What makes her different from your other exes exactly?" she asked me. I closed my eyes and thought back. Not just to when I saw her at the cafe. 6 years back. Back when she was mine. How it felt when I held her. When I talked to her. "Miki, she …" I started.

"Ayumi was the first serious and commited girlfriend I had. Back then, I really thought that she was the one who was going to be there forever. But then she dumped me, after a quite dramatic episode caused by me. I never heard from her after that. So seeing her 6 years later, I suddenly feel… like that hopelessly lovesick 20-year old again. It's scaring me."

Miki worriedly curled her eyebrows at me. It felt good to know that she understood me. "Are you still in love with her?" she asked. "I don't know," I honestly replied. "I think I'm just still a little bitter about how we parted." Miki sighed through her nose and put her arms behind her head, leaning back.

"You know what … I think you should still go," Miki said. I looked up at her. "While I do want the best for you, it's probably better to not get between the happy couple. I gritted my teeth together and nodded. It hurt to agree, but Miki was definitely right. "Show her that you've moved on and mingle with your other former female classmates," she said with a smug look in her eyes. "That is, if you had other female friends." I rolled my eyes and mumbled: "Obviously I did. Don't get sassy with me." Miki laughed. "Alright, can you at least drive me home? In exchange for my wise advice?" she asked. "Sure thing, princess," I said sarcastically, pulling her up from the couch.

It was the next day. With a cup of coffee in my hand and my laptop in front of me, I found my way into Facebook. I know I was supposed to keep working with the new song I'm producing for that newcomer Yuuya Kizami, but I don't like putting my desires on hold.

I clicked on Ayumi'd profile, her profile picture looking like it was taken pretty recently. She was smiling with her pearly white teeth. Status; engaged. Looking through her pictures, she had been doing a lot of things that I'd missed out on. What could I do? I constantly called her and texted her, but she never replied. It really seemed like she didn't want me to exist anymore. I looked further through her pictures. She started dating Mochida 5 years ago, so just a year after we seperated. She moved in together with Mochida a year ago. She got engaged 3 months ago. Then I saw that photo.

It front of a rollercoaster while the sun was setting, his arms were around Ayumi's waist, their lips lost in each other. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and her tiny self was standing on her tip toes.

It made me mad. I used to kiss those lips. She's not his. She's mine. Ayumi is mine!

*CLANK!*

"Oh fuck!" I screamed when I felt the piping hot fluid pour out of the wide cracks on my coffee cup. Shit shit shit! The shards fell down on the floor along with streams of black coffee. I grabbed hold of my wrist and flicked off the shards that stucked to the palm of my hand. It was too late. Blood already started dripping out of the wide wounds. "Agh … How immature am I, geez!" I hissed out and ran off to the sink, pouring ice cold water over my hand.

This is scaring me. If just seeing them together like that made me crush a cup like that… Is it really safe to meet them tonight? The last thing I want to do is hurt anyone, even though I know I have a vicious surpressed anger inside of me. I turned off the fosset and went to the bathroom to wrap some bandages around my hand. Luckily it was my left one.

Better start getting ready in a few hours.

I fixed the last button on my red and black flannel shirt and straightened up the collar before looking at myself in the mirror. Alright, not bad. With my leather jacket and black shoes, this is going to look even better. I smirked at myself and winked. Go out and mingle with those ladies, handsome. I just need one last thing … Ah, there.

My favourite cologne, "Red Mustang".

I put it on for every special occasion and everybody loves it. Particularly my guy friends. I love it so much that I've used at least 3 bottles of this. I even used it back in college. No wait … I guess there was one person who didn't like that scent.

"Seriously, do you have to put on so much?"

I put down the bottle and raised a transparent eyebrow at her. Ayumi had knitted her eyebrows together as she laid down on her stomach on my twin bed. Her twin tails hung perfectly over her sculpted breasts that were on display in her thin tank top. "What? I love it," I said, jokingly singing it out and wiggling my arms. "Pfft …" she softly giggled, but straightened herself up right after. "Really, it's too musky and strong. I don't like it," she said, rolling over so that she now was laying on her back. Her short and white legs were stretched out in the air, as if she was purposely tempting me.

"Strong and musky, huh? Doesn't that suit me?" I asked and smiled. She gave me a cheeky grin and shook her head. "Not at all. You're like … emo. A blonde emo," she said. "Pft. Who're you calling emo, miss?" I said and jumped into bed with her, digging my fingers into her sides.

"Eek!" she shrieked out, trying to shake herself loose. "Uh-uh, you're not going anywhere," I laughed out, blowing on her shoulder. "Geez … You're such a kid. Maybe that's why it doesn't suit you," she muttered, calming down. "Hehe … Did you like that?" I chuckled out. "Jesus, just stop!" she blurted out, making me laugh even more.

That girl can be honest when she wants to.

Completely still, I just looked at the round bottle for over 10 minutes before I actually used it.

I sort of lost contact with Earth.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! UNTIL NEXT CHAPTER ;3