That day, with his earlobe bleeding and the same apathetic face that hides a sad and heavy feeling, I tended and cared for him with my utmost restraint to lunge at the guy to my heart's content.
He looked absolutely in love and absolutely sad.
But it's fine. It's not like I want something— anything from Nifuji.
I just want to be beside him.
I'm simply happy with that.
Because I know that even if I do my best, my very best and give all of me to him, I will never fill the spot that he reserved for someone.
And that someone will never be me.