The eyes looking at each other are cold.

Even in that semi-basement with mold all over the wallpaper, We were happy as long as we were together.

When did it start becoming like this?

Ah, it was then. The day I excitedly told you I got the job.

Your smile as you congratulated me was somehow awkward. Your lukewarm expression hurt quite a bit.

No longer preparing for a job or studying, Drinking until late at night became your daily routine.

Before, you used to smile sweetly, finding my nagging cute, But now, you only pour out words full of unpleasantness as if you hate listening to anything I say.

"Look at you, so full of yourself. Just you."

I wanted to fix it. I asked to go back to the way things were.

I grew exhausted by your unchanging appearance, And a wicked heart grew, wishing you would feel my pain too.

Men with good jobs. Men with better academic backgrounds than you.

I picked only those kinds of people to go on blind dates with. I had no intention of doing things like a second date.

I just wanted you, who came home smelling like another woman's perfume after drinking, To hurt a little.

We became each other's hell.

Even so, the reason I can't let go, Is because I have no choice but to love you.

When will we be able to look each other in the eye?