Yuna

I don't love you Yuna." I say.

Relationship . It's Always just been a "RELATIONSHIP". Nothing more than that. No love,I never could find myself fall for her.

I put her down slowly . Try my best not to look into her eyes, I have never seen Yuna sad before and now I must have hurt her.

I know I have,I know she is hurt by my words but it is for her own good, I can't go on faking loving her anymore. In end I know I will hurt her more if I kept going on.

I keep looking down on the floor. Silence. I hear her footsteps walking to her room,her door slams behind her. I deserved that .

I take a seat on the couch ,pull my knees near my chest. Should I cry? Silence.

I hear Yuna's door open but I don't look at her, I just can't meet her sad. Silence. She goes to the kitchen and switches the stove on. Silence.

I duck my head in between my knees, was my doing right? Yuna always was there for me since we became friends, but I am not the bad guy in this relationship either. I just am breaking up with her because ... for her own good, but is it the real reason? Silence.

I then hear Yuna humming a tune, the tune I first had heard when I met Yuna.

The tune stops "Here." I hear a voice over my head. I pull up my head slowly to meet her gaze.

" It's your favorite." She hands me a mug smiling.

I look down in my mug of steaming hot coffee. I look over at Yuna .

She was dressed in her sky blue sundress over her poki dotted white shirt. She hummed her tune from before smiling all the way as she tied her shoe.

" Soo..." I drift off.

" So?" She asks

" So now what?" I look at her to find answers .

" Now. Now, I am off to work" "babye."

She waves at me.

" Bye." Well that didn't explain me how she was feeling.

Brr.. bitter, I look down at my coffee as I taste. "Bitter but delicious."

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Yuna's POV

I hum a tune I have known since kid.

I remember my next door neighbors kid singing it at night. She had a sweet voice but I have forgotten the lyrics , now all I am left with is the tune.

My mother was a hard-working women ,always busy with her work. My father was a stay had home Dad.

Though my mother could never make time to spent with us(me and my brother Yuki) my father substituted in her absence. I loved my everyday with him.

I found trouble sleeping at night without my mother's presence , once she was promoted and received more work.

Then there came a day when we received new neighbors , I never saw the parents face but I saw their little girl.

She was the same age as me. Pretty too. I never caught her name but she was peculiar , always wore boys dress,I never talked to her either but only heard her voice.

Every night, the girl would open a window of her room ,which was located straight to my window and sing a song. It was really soothing and would put me to sleep. Really beautiful .

I always would open my window each night and bear the cold just to hear her voice.

I wonder if she still loves there , my family had to another city because of my mother's job.

I stop humming as soon as I see Floura entering the elevator with me .

Floura is my downstairs neighbor.

"Off to work?" She asks .

" Yes. As usual." I give out a sigh.

" How is Gretel doing?" I ask.

" He is doing fine after I take him for his every morning walk and evening. I have even started to reduce his diet." She reply.

Gretel,the big fat Floura's cat was the only cat I would feed my leftover cat's food but now the animal doctor advised his owner to reduce his diet because of his obesity.

Floura is a small cloth designer , she never wears over the top outfits but just her simple boy's clothes. Sometimes she remind me of my childhood neighbor , the one that sings.

Maybe Floura could be her. I almost asked her but I feel the scorching sun as soon as I step out the building with Floura .

" Wait. What time is it?" I ask Floura.

"12, love. " She replies in her French accent.

I am late! I bid adieu to Flora and rush to the bus stop.