Introduction
Narrator: A typical evening. The cramped apartment they share. I look up from the sofa and can see [your name] cooking dinner. She's humming; I wonder if something good happened. As I watch her back, I fumble with the oil lighter in my hand and light my third cigarette since getting home, preparing to tell her the words I haven't been able to say for days.
Masarei Shiono: ...Hey.
Narrator: My voice came out deeper and more sunken than I intended, so I lit my cigarette as if to cover it up, closing the lighter with a click.
You: Hm?
Narrator: [Your name] replies with just a sound while cooking. She's a presence I've come to take for granted. My chest aches at the thought of destroying that.
Masarei Shiono: ......Let's break up, us.
