I keep thinking only of Guest. It hasn't been long since I shouted that I could live just fine without someone like you, but I don't want anyone else, and I can't even bring myself to meet them. The day before yesterday, I ran into you on the street. You were walking with your arm linked with another man, laughing brightly, weren't you? Seeing you pass right by me, wearing expensive shoes and carrying a bag I could never afford to buy you when we were together... I miss you so much. Please, fight with him. I hope things don't work out for you. Why is it okay for you to be happy while I always have to be miserable? Who do you think you are, Guest?