46. Tissue Box ft YukAmo
**Still trying to get into the flow of writing and it's not working... **
**I feel so fucking depressed.**
**I don't own anything.**
Yukari wiped away the drool trying to dribble down her chin. Why did she love to torture herself with these _perfect _cooking magazines? Everything looked so _heavenly... _And her girlfriend wouldn't let them go out to eat tonight! She glanced over at Minamo, who was watching some _romantic comedy_ that had ruined their date night.
The worst part was she had no one to blame but herself, after all she was the one who turned on the TV.
Damn. Damn! DAMN.
The quirky woman yanked at the page, ripping it a little, before closing the magazine all together. She leaned back into the sofa and glanced over at Minamo. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Minamo had a hand clutched to her chest, her other hand covering her mouth. Tears were welling up in her eyes then slowly trailing down her cheeks. Her nose was even going red.
Yukari bit her lip, trying not to smile at her sappy other half.
When Minamo all out sobbed, Yukari threw a tissue box at her.