"You asshole! How could you do that?" shouted Yuki. "I trusted you! I trusted you… How could you betray my trust like that?" Tears of anger and frustration threatened to spill over. Yuki hastily wiped them away, unwilling to show her tears to the man before her.
"I told you I wasn't thinking. I've apologized, haven't I? I don't get why you're making such a big fuss over nothing," Naoki sighed, exasperated. "It was only a blow job. Furthermore, I didn't plan to go there. Like I said, we were brought to the fuuzoku* by this Japanese man that we coincidentally met. My friends were dying to try it, and I didn't want to dampen their mood, so I simply went with the flow."
"Simply went with the flow?" Yuki shrieked. "Did you even think about how I would feel?"
"Seriously? It's not as if I had sex. Enough, stop making such a fuss. I've apologized and promised that I won't do it again. What more do you want?" Naoki muttered morosely.
"You. Obviously. Do. Not. Give. A. Damn. Get out of my house! We are through! Don't you dare show your f**king face in front of me ever again!" Yuki yelled.
"Whatever. I bet you'll be begging me to forgive you within days, as always." Naoki said over his shoulder as he casually sauntered out of Yuki's apartment.
"Never!" Yuki seethed. Enraged, she slammed the door shut. The resounding slam had a sense of finality in it. Overwhelmed by her emotions, Yuki's knees went weak and she knelt on the ground. Loud sobs escaped from her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. Like an overflowing river, the devastating pain and sadness from her heartache flooded Yuki's body. Yuki gripped her chest and curled into a ball, while tears ran down her face, staining her carpeted floors.
After crying her heart out, Yuki listlessly stared out of her window, at the bright full moon glowing like a lustrous pearl against the backdrop of the dark, inky night sky. Slowly, she stood up weakly, and staggered towards the window. Leaning her head against the window sill, she sought solace in the stillness of the night. Feeling the cold crisp wind caressing her face, she noticed numerous tiny white specks falling from the sky.
Watching the first snow fall of the year, a tear drop rolled down her face unnoticed. "It was the first snowfall, two years ago, when we fell in love and it is the first snowfall, two years later, signalling our end". Yuki's frail whisper disappeared into the silence of the night, as if covered by the falling snowflakes.
Notes:
*Fuuzoku is a Japanese term that translate to sex service. It is not prostitution, but basically provides other sexual services such as handjobs, blowjobs but no sex.