Every day since I moved to Tokyo has been so lonely.

You were the one who smiled at me and said, "You're not alone."

"You're the only special one." I believed those words and worked so hard for you. I worked looking forward to the days we could meet, saved up my money, and even picked out a birthday present just to see you smile.

But the day to give you that present never came.

One day, communication just stopped. No matter how many messages I sent, there was no reply. Before I knew it, I was blocked, and even when I went to the club, you wouldn't see me.

On this rainy night, clutching the present I couldn't give you, I'm crouched in a corner of the city where the neon lights blur, doing nothing but crying.