It hurt… Not talking to him. The strange sensation of not having anyone to fall back on… scared me. I eyed my phone and it seemed to pull me towards itself. I pulled myself off of my bed, where I had been sitting for a while and plugged in my phone. My phone was dead for the purpose of me not getting on it, to help me resist the temptation of talking to him. I wasn't going to forgive him. I still am not. How could I. My phone flickered on and I flipped it open.

"56 unread messages" It read and I almost literally gasped. 56 messages. Who the hell had time to send 56 messages? The answer lay right at the bottom of the screen, Miji. I closed the phone and placed it on my desk.

In the past hour I switched between restlessly IMing Mimi and Haru to reading my favorite book, To Kill a Mockingbird. I told myself over and over that things would get better, that the one misplaced feeling of guilt couldn't last forever. Right now, I hope that I'm right. I ran my hand through my short red hair and smelt the comforting scent of strawberries and cream, my shampoo. The shampoo, Momiji bought me for my birthday a couple weeks ago. Last week… Last week everything had been fine. I was content to think Momiji was actually spending time in secret with his little sister. But that all changed in a couple sentences from a friend.

"Are you really so blind? Can you not see he's cheating on you? It's so blatantly obvious that he's just using you. You… of all people should recognize the signs. The signs of being no more than a play-thing." Alluna spat.

I knew the signs, but I didn't see them in Momiji. He was so sweet, so safe. Not like any of "them". Nothing ever seemed suspicious. I trusted him with everything I had and obviously that was a mistake. Right now, I was tired and wanted nothing to do with anything except sleep. In my exhaustion I went through the obligatory night-time ritual of checking my phone for messages without thinking. First message of the 56 read.

'Hey, what's wrong? I don't understand. Are you okay? Are you hurt?'

When I realized what I did I actually face-palmed. Reading the message more carefully, I chuckled and whispered, "More then you know, darling. More then you know…" My doom already sealed, I read the next message.

'Please, Mira. Are you okay?'

And the next.

'I don't know what's wrong but just know I love you more then you could imagine.'

Tears formed in my eyes and I let them run down my porcelain cheeks as I clicked to the next message.

'I'm really worried Mira. Call me please!'

'I've got to go to a concert, but I'm coming over on my way back if I don't hear from you.'

Now I worried, this text was sent 4 days ago at 5:30 in the evening. I shook my head and reminded myself that I couldn't worry about him. He could take care of himself, obviously.

'You should come to the concert. We need a soprano to tackle some Phantom of the Opera and your voice is more than beautiful enough. Alluna is here… Asking about you.'

Alluna… Alluna said she spent last night with Kyo. I shook of the feeling of betrayal. She probably meant with him at the concert.

'Alluna told me about the problem, and I'm sorry you feel this way. I'll just leave you alone.'

What had she said, did she tell him that I knew about what he was trying to pull. Good… but why did I feel so terrible.

'Why can't I just let you walk away? I guess I'm just selfish. I don't really care if you look at these messages… I mean I hope you are, but… What can I say to bring you back to me?'

'I've never this terrible before. I don't even know what I did, but I'm sorry. So sorry.'

'Ha, I guess I really am pathetic. I just love you so much. Please call me.'

It went on and on until I saw this message.

'I talked to Alluna again today, she told me about him. I'm just glad you're happy again. I want to let you know… I'm always going to be here, waiting for you.'

I closed my phone. I place it on the bed as I got up. I didn't bother doing anything with my hair, slipped a sweatshirt over my baggy t-shirt and pulled on some jeans from the accumulating pile of laundry that I need to fold and put away. I headed straight for the door and stopped only to put on my shoes. I need to straighten things out.

I stopped running in front of Alluna's house and I went straight up to the door. Not even bothering to knock I bolted in the door and the scene before my eyes almost explained itself. It was Alluna throwing her herself at Momiji, quite violently. He was standing un-comfortably in the corner of the living room as she tried to claw her way to him through various articles of furniture. What the funny thing was is that he was trying as hard as he could to fight her off without hurting her, seeing as he was a gentleman. Luckily, I was under no such expectation. I pulled her off him (If it was him… maybe it was a very unlucky coffee table.) and punched her straight in the face. Maybe not the cleverest approach to the matter, but it was certainly the most satisfying.

She looked at me in shock as she tried to form words. Momiji had the same look on his face, except his face most likely wasn't broken into millions of little pieces.

"Momiji." I said, flooding with guilt. The remains of what used to be my friend crawled her way back to her feet and I tensed up.

"Why don't we talk somewhere else?" Momiji said quickly, picking me up under his arm and hurried me out of the house and down towards the park. Finally he set me down on a bench under a shady tree. I laughed, for the first time in a while. Even despite the circumstances, I laughed. I always found it made me feel better.

"Well, that was interesting, to say the least." Momiji said, scratching his head and managing a smile.

"You can say that again. I assume that your little Momo is doing well." I say quite calmly, even though the answer to this question determined whether I could trust him again.

"Yeah… She is." Momiji said with another breathtaking smile. Curse his ability to make my legs turn into jelly. I had not been sitting I would have fallen straight over. "Yesterday she brought me to see her new dog… This reminds me, I have to explain something when we're done with this. How's Peter?"

"Who now?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed and waved it off, "That's enough of an answer by itself."

Laughter ceased and I looked into his magnificently blue eyes. I couldn't believe I was ever mad at him. Momiji of all people. The sweetest, most amazing guy in the world. The only guy I could ever love. He raised his hand to my cheek and smiled.

"I missed you, beautiful." He whispered.

I moved my head until my lips were near his. His kiss was familiar and sweet, and I had missed it. He wrapped his arms around me, and we kiss like this… with a slow and building passion, until a sudden bark jolted me from Momiji's arms.

The source was a huge and happy, black Great-Dane, charging full force at us. Momiji chucked and stood.

"Bracing for slobber in 3, 2…" He chuckled and I stood to brace myself for impact.

I knew that, be it slobber or so-called best friends, I wanted to weather this storm with Momiji by my side. Strong and steady, the only one for me.