Iori watches Takeshi smiling and chatting with the woman. She fists her hands and pinches her lips together. Storms rise and diminish in her eyes as she releases her fingers.
"Aren't you going?" Haru glances at her hands and then, at her face. "Stop him, Iori."
"I don't want to." She takes a glass of beer and swallows it all. "If he wants to be like this, let him be. Obviously, I am not important to him. If we were truly friends or something more, he wouldn't have ended everything like this. I am not the same high school girl, Haru. I won't chase after him or stop him from creating more messes. I also have a life and a heart. I get hurt too. If he's doing this because he wants to hurt me, I don't want to be with a person like him."
