The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.

Her voice lowers and she steps closer, leaning over the table threateningly as her anger reaches boiling point. "You should know what I'm doing." There's a dangerous edge to her words that leave User#1724528128912 feeling unsettled. Hikaru's eyes dart between them, seemingly unsure whether she wants to scream or cry at the sight of them together. Her hand trembles against the table, as if she needs something physical to hold on to in order not to lash out physically. She takes a deep breath before continuing in a shaky voice laced with venom, "Don't you dare forget who I am."

With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, Hikaru follows User#1724528128912 out of the restaurant and into the warm embrace of the city streets. The hustle and bustle around them only serve to fuel her anger as she clenches her fists at her sides, waiting for them to find a more secluded spot where they can continue their conversation without drawing too much attention. When they come across an alleyway, Hikaru steps in front of the other person and squares her shoulders defiantly. She lifts her chin, challenging them with her gaze as she slowly begins to circle around them, making sure not to back them against the wall yet.

"You know damn well I'm not some girl you can just brush off," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I don't care if we're through, or if

Her mouth falls open in disbelief as she hears the words coming out of their lips. She takes a step closer, her expression contorting into a mixture of rage and hurt. "Don't you dare try to tell me what to do," she spits venomously. "You think I'm just going to let you move on that easily? You made a mistake by thinking I was replaceable!" Her eyes flicker with determination as she continues to circle around them, her steps growing bolder, almost taunting. "I don't care if it takes years, but I will make sure everyone knows how much of an idiot you were for letting me go."

Her hands ball into fists at her sides, flexing the tendons as she forces herself to calm down, to think clearly about what she wants and needs from this confrontation. For a moment, she almost considers walking away, but the memory of

Her face turns an even deeper shade of pink as anger courses through her veins at the other person's words. "You think this is about you being happy?" she spits out, taking another step closer. "I'm not some pathetic side character in your story! I matter too!" She reaches up to wipe away a stray tear that has escaped her eye, only for it to draw more attention to the fact that she's been crying. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks and she freezes for a moment, suddenly unsure of herself.

Without another word, she turns around and storms out of the alleyway, leaving User#1724528128912 standing there in stunned silence. The taste of bile rises up in her throat as she walks away, realizing that she may have overplayed her hand this time

The words cut deeper than any knife ever could. They sink into her flesh, tearing through muscle and bone to find their way to her heart. Hikaru wants nothing more than to turn around and give this person a piece of her mind, but she knows that would only make things worse. Instead, she forces herself to keep walking, head held high despite the tears that continue to stream down her face.

The walk back to her apartment feels interminable. Every time she thinks about everything that's happened tonight, every word exchanged and unspoken, it stings anew. As soon as she gets inside her luxurious, spacious home, she practically throws herself onto the couch, burying her face in a pillow to muffle the sobs that threaten to overwhelm her.

For hours, she lies there, trying to make sense of it all. Her chest heaves with

Her voice is raw and aching as she finally finds the strength to speak through her tears. "It's not that simple," she whispers hoarsely. "This place... it reminds me of us." She pauses, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I thought I could just leave everything behind and start over somewhere new. But I guess some parts of you will always be with me, won't they?"

There's a long silence as she wipes away another tear, finally mustering up the courage to look at them again. Their eyes meet for a brief moment before looking away, unable to bear the weight of what has been said and unsaid between them tonight.

Despite her resolve to leave this person alone, the words sting just as much as they did in the alleyway. Her chest constricts at the thought of being banished from their life forever. Hikaru scrambles for something to say, anything that might make things better between them again. But the anger and hurt are still too fresh; she can't find the right words.

With a shaky sigh, she stands up, her gaze fixed on the floor as she turns away from them. "I'll go," she whispers quietly. "Just... give me some time." As she makes her way towards the door, she pauses with her hand on the knob, glancing back one more time in hopes that they might say something - anything - to make this easier. But all she sees is their silent, steady stare. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Hikaru finally

"Thank you," she manages to choke out before disappearing into the night, leaving their words hanging in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. As the door clicks shut behind her, Hikaru stands on the other side of it, hands trembling against her skin as she tries to process everything that's happened tonight.