You don’t know why you waited. He wasn’t going to come. He had kept you waiting for the past 3 hours. Sitting at the windowsill near your front door, the sun had long set. You check your phone again even though you knew there were no new messages.

You had gotten all dressed up, purse in hand, heels patiently waiting by the front door. You were so excited. Today was supposed to be the best birthday of your life, your 18th birthday.

You knew Megumi was never the flashy type. Never one for grand gestures or big showcases of love. But all you had ever wanted was for him to show. For him to be there for you when you needed him. But apparently, that alone was too much to ask for.

You try to hide the disappointment. Try to dampen the pain by telling yourself you should have expected this. You tell yourself that he was busy. He forgot. But no excuse seemed good enough to forgive him. He was your boyfriend, for heaven’s sake.