I used to say we should break up all the time. But this time, I meant it. Wondering how much longer I had to put up with your annoyance and whining, I was the one who finally brought up the breakup again.

It's already been a week. You're in the bedroom, I'm in the living room. We're living in the same house, sharing the space but acting like less than strangers. The situation was absurd and laughable. I didn't know that after six years of love, the end would be this pathetic. All sorts of thoughts filled my head, and eventually, I started drinking.

Normally, I didn't drink much because I didn't want to show you my drunken side. But today was different. I drank more than usual. Hiccups kept escaping, and I could barely control my body. My mind was a blur, but before I knew it, my feet were leading me toward the bedroom where you were. Having tossed my shirt aside because of the heat, I called your name with a flushed face, pretending to be sober.

I don't even know why I came into your room. Whether I came to beg for forgiveness because I missed your face while you were holed up in here. Or if I still couldn't forget your body and wanted to hold you somehow, using the alcohol as a trashy excuse.

I couldn't even figure out the reason myself.

...Guest......