𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 || Orihara Izaya

Untitled Part 4

After fixing every mistake I did, it led to even bigger troubles. I always hoped to change the positive to a negative, but I guess Math was a lot simpler than in real life. I knew it was normal for problems to come and go. And at the age of fifteen, my life went downhill; it went down a very steep hill.

One gets dragged to another's conflict. After getting dragged, one then proceeds to drag another. It was an endless chain might I say. The problem with me was that I find an aversion to dragging others to my setbacks; I did that in hope that I wouldn't get dragged since dealing with others has always been a pain.

That did not have much relation whatsoever to my current situation. Though, I can say that a problem was soon coming towards my way.

He was rather unpredictable, every single thing he does. I've known him enough to be aware of his condescending personality, but not enough to know the mysteries that lie behind his intoxicating smirk. After falling in love and moving on, I fell in love once more, with him.

Falling in love was normal but falling for a person like him wasn't, perhaps. He has endearing features on his pale face, as well as a few more charming traits. But, if I had to weigh out the good and the bad, the bad beats the good by a long shot. That was when I concluded that it wasn't standard to like a person like him.

"Let's break up."

After finally having my feelings returned, in just a span of time, it ends.

"I see..." I mumbled quietly, trying hard not burst in a public place. He made a great choice, choosing a place filled with people as a place to end our relationship. I knew he knew me well; he was aware of the fact that I did not like standing out. And so, by choosing a restaurant, I wouldn't be able to shout my heart out at him. "Can I at least know the reason...?" I managed to croak despite everything I want to scream out.

A hundred thoughts ran through my mind as I searched for the one reason he would want to end it so suddenly. Perhaps, it would even be two, three, or more reasons. But...

"No reason. I was just getting tired." He answered nonchalantly, as if our time together didn't matter when it mattered a lot to me. "It's just like getting tired of your toy after a certain period of time. It just happens that it was time for me to get tired of you."

...with him, there was none.

I was infuriated, seeing how he was behaving towards this matter. Due to that fact, I lifted a hand against him.

If that sounded like I slapped him like in every drama novels, apparently I didn't.

Instead, I punched him straight on the face.

After all, I wouldn't let Shizuo-senpai's lessons go to waste. His words from years ago rang into my mind at this moment as if telling me that I did the right thing.

"If I were you, it would be better to get stronger and defend that sorry ass of yours." The brunette curled one hand to a fist before pounding it to his open palm. "You could even use that to beat up jerks – like Izaya for example."

I'm certainly glad that his statement got stuck in my mind after all these years, even up until when I'm currently eighteen. Who knew, that he was absolutely correct. It was like he was able to predict the future in a certain extent.

"Alright then." I stood up from my seat, before he gets me back from slugging his pretty face. I can feel that people from the restaurant's gaze was on me, looking curious at the commotion unfolding. "I can't say that I enjoyed being your toy though."