"You should fix this!" Yamato cried, insisting. "Don't you want her back?"

"Why should I?" Suna distantly said, flipping his book to the next page. Then, suddenly he made a bitter laugh. "She just hung around because I remind her of her boyfriend."

Tear-eyed, Yamato's lips trembled, her heart aching in Suna's stead.

"How can you say that?"

The young man turned to her with a grave and unmoving disposition.

"Because it's true."