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It was supposed to be nothing more than a pastime. Something to alleviate boredom.
He didn’t mean to catch feelings.
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He’s worthless. Worthless to the band. Worthless to him.
(He’s not.)
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He won’t look his way. He’s gone, moved on, gotten somebody new.
“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
It shouldn’t hurt. It shouldn’t.
(It does.)
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His own goals are within reach. He should only care about what he can obtain.
Not on the things he can’t have.
(He does it anyway.)
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Asahi Nayuta chuckles weakly, holding the piece of paper filled with unrefined feelings.
“I’m fucked.”