❝𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠❞✔️ (1)

❤︎ Chapter Fifty-One ❤︎

I didn't really want to jump to conclusions, but what else was there to think at this point? My boyfriend was suddenly treating me like garbage. As much as his words hurt, I was angry. I didn't want to believe they were genuine, either.

Why all of a sudden?

I suddenly feared that our time apart may have been too much time apart. Maybe Yuji had gotten used to me being out of his life? Maybe he was just tired of me at this point and I hadn't gotten the hint yet..

But why?

I had to force myself to hold it together, but it seemed like I would fall apart as I lifted my arm and banged on the studio doors. The security guards let me in without a word. It seemed like I was still welcome here.

The studio was as busy as always. Stylists bustling around, assistants dropping coffee, actors arguing, directors shouting. The smell of hard work and makeup used to be comforting and brought back memories, but right now it did nothing to soothe me.

I saw Yuji's ash blond head in his usual spot next to where the cameramen set up the cameras. He sat in a chair getting his costume makeup on for what looked like a commercial.

My friends, the stylists were all standing near him, giving him touch ups and trims as he sat and laughed in his seat, talking to Misao.

So it was her. The one he was laughing with on the phone.

I don't walk over to them right away. I watch them silently, my lips pressed firmly together as if to hold back a scream. Misao was dressed in regular clothes, but apparently he'd invited her here for the filming.

Why would he invite her? I wondered. I tried to comfort myself with the thought that she probably invited herself. But the way they were standing close and laughing and smiling and pausing to stare into each other's eyes tore my heart in two. There was no way I couldn't be upset about this!

My attempts not to jump to conclusions was failing miserably.

I take a look at the stylists — noticing how upset they looked as they had no choice but to listen to Yuji and Misao's conversation. Occasionally, they'd glance at each other in shock before Misao would snap at them to get to work.

I watched as Misao reached her hand out and stroked a finger up Yuji's wrist. Yuji looked down at where she was touching him and his eyes drifted up to smile sweetly at her.

Why is he smiling at her like that! He doesn't even like being touched right there! And he shouldn't like being touched by her!

That was enough.

The rage hits me all at once, replacing my sadness momentarily. I stomp all the way over to them — and they notice me pretty far away because I was wearing a cute pair of noisy heels today. Yuji looks at me blankly when he sees me, and Misao rolls her eyes.

"Momoko!" Chihiro is the first to notice me, and she drops all of the outfits she had brought over to Yuji, her hands flying to her mouth like I was a ghost. Fuyumi heard my name and ran over to me, wrapping me in a hug.

"What are you doing here? It's been so long!"

I hug Fuyumi back half heartedly, not an ounce of joy in our reunion though I had missed her dearly. I never take my eyes off of Yuji and Misao, closing the distance between us.

Misao folds her arms over her chest, "What the hell are you doing here? Do I need to call security?"

I ignore her, looking into Yuji's unreadable eyes. His face was completely blank, aloof, even, but I couldn't figure out what about his eyes seemed not to match his demeanor. Before I even start talking, my eyes drift down to the way he was gripping the armrest of his chair.

What in the world is going on with him?

I look up at Yuji, gritting my teeth.

"What do you want?" He asks coldly, and I drop my bag on the floor with a THUD that makes everyone jump. I take my framed certificate and shove it at him. It falls into his lap and I watch him look down at it quietly.

"When did I suddenly stop being important to you!" I screamed, my fists balling up and chest aching. Misao took a step back as if I was going to tear her eyes out if she got too close. She placed her hand on Yuji's shoulder, hiding behind his chair and glaring at me with what I assumed was supposed to be fierce.

She looked like a cowardly snake.

"I didn't think you were this dumb!" Misao says, and I finally tear my eyes away from Yuji, who seems to be unable to look at me all of a sudden.

"What the hell are you always butting in for, Misao?!" I shout, and she flinches.

"You're the one that's butting in this time, Momoko! Don't you get it!" Misao leans down and wraps her arm around Yuji's shoulder, bringing her face down close so their cheeks are touching.

I shake my head, "No...I don't understand. Please enlighten me!" I can feel a tingling behind my eyes, but I try to force myself to keep the tears at bay. One by one, the employees in the studio began to notice, and a few men dressed in suits started slowly making their way over to me. Someone had called security to come get me.

Yuji looks up at me, and the look he gives me just about tears me apart. I felt like I had lost him before he even opened his mouth.

"We spoke about this, Momoko. Don't you remember? I broke up with you. Misao and I are dating."