He stared at the ceiling.

His chest heaving up and down.

He didn't need to be here.

He shouldn't be here.

It may have been his dorm but it was not his home.

He would cry, if it weren't for the girl laying still next to him, her bare body just visible.

They'd done this before.

Many times.

But tonight, it was wrong.

More wrong than its ever been before.

All he could think about was her.

How wrong it was that he was doing this, when he knew full well what she felt for him.

What he felt for her.

But then he'd think about his foolish words.

Telling her to call it quits; to supposedly 'end' something that could never truly go away.

Not with her.

He blinked briefly, his eyes burning.

On his nightstand, his phone rested.

He gripped it tightly, pressing the button on the side.

The screen illuminated the dark room, glowing with a photo of Emi, standing happily in his embrace.

He stared at it until the screen went black.

Letting out a deep sigh, he placed his phone face down, rolled onto his side, closed his eyes, and hoped to dream of the days when they only worried about rabbit dolls...

And tripping over tree roots.