"Don't say it. We don't have to talk about it. You don't have to bring it up."
Sunagawa had to glare.
"Don't say what? That you're right? That given the right person, anyone and everyone can fall in love?" He yelled, unable to take it anymore. The pain, the agony of wanting to confess yet suppressing it for who knows how long, because she was taken, because it would be disrespectful, selfish? Was it asking for too much? To confess even though he already knows she'll reject him? "Because you are right. I've fallen madly in love with-"
"Don't say it, Suna-kun!" Sakuno cried, slamming her fists on the small kotatsu in his dorm room.
"-you."
The room grew deathly quiet after. Both remained unmoving, not knowing what next to do, not knowing what to say.
"I have a boyfriend." Sakuno finally said after a while.
"Who you haven't seen for over six months."
Sakuno glared at him.
"What are you implying?"
"I'm sorry but the past twenty-four months you say you've been together, you've only and mostly been skyping. And you've what, broken up every other week? What's healthy about that?"
"I'm sorry too!" Sakuno stood up, face red and furious and close to crying. "I'm sorry you think that. And," She let out a bitter laugh. "You're probably right. But," She told him, looking firmly at him. "I'm in love with him."
"What difference does it make?" Suna piled on, angry, frustrated, and increasingly heartbroken. "He's still halfway across the globe."
"One day," Sakuno breath out, trying to get back her nerves. "One day, he won't be."
Before she left, before it all finally ended between them, he had to ask.
"Are you together now?"
Sakuno batted back her tears. And with a self-pitying smile, said.
"No."
Outside the dorm room, Takeo could only look down tearfully and guess all that went wrong with his best friend's confession.