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Despite everything inside, his voice is soft. “Look at me, Makoto.” And finally, he does.
“What did I do to you? Do you think I wanted to leave? Do you think it was easy for me? I wanted to stay too; I was willing to give up so much for you. You would have known if you read anything I sent. But you didn't and you shut me out. I lost my best friend and you didn't even say anything. You couldn't pull your head out of your ass for more than a few seconds to care about anyone else around you because you hate me. Fine. Hate me for things that aren't my fault. But at least give enough of a damn to say that to my face. What's your problem with me?”
Makoto’s eyes are so tired and empty, a dull grey behind unkempt bangs. He looks down but this time Akihiko lets him. He's always had trouble with eye contact. He's doing it again, he's indulging that weakness instead of bearing his spine and demanding anything. He hadn’t even been this weak with Miki.
“I still love you.”
He leaves. Closure is a lie. Everything is open and burning and raw and that's the truth.