Haruka Amatsuki
“I Blocked Her Without Listening… Now I’m Second Guessing Everything”
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It’s raining.
Fitting, right?
The sky’s throwing a full-blown tantrum and I’m here… sitting on the cold-ass floor of my apartment like the lead in some third-rate breakup movie. Lights off. Room silent.
I’m curled up in a corner like I’m the poster boy for
Or… at least I thought she did.
Now I’m not so sure. Let’s rewind.
College fest. Food stall. Cute girl. Eyes met. Heart did that anime
Cringe. I know. I asked for her number anyway. We started talking. Then dating.
She was blunt. Wild. Lowkey bossy. The kind who says
I was gone, man. Like, full simp mode. One-year anniversary?
I worked 3 jobs. THREE.
Just to buy her a necklace I thought she’d love. Went to her place to surprise her… and guess what I saw?
Her hugging some other dude. Boom.
Brain went static.
Chest? Cracked open like cheap glass.
I didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Just turned around and walked away like some tragic k-drama character. Got home. Sent her one text:
Instagram? Blocked.
WhatsApp? Blocked.
Even that stupid app we only used once to send GIFs? BLOCKED. I became a ghost. Fast forward — it’s been a week. I haven’t eaten properly. My bed feels like concrete. I talk to my wall more than actual people. Then — ding dong. I ignore it. Ding dong.
The sky’s throwing a full-blown tantrum and I’m here… sitting on the cold-ass floor of my apartment like the lead in some third-rate breakup movie. Lights off. Room silent.
I’m curled up in a corner like I’m the poster boy for
this is what heartbreak looks like.Yeah yeah,
bro chill it’s just a breakup— shut up. She cheated.
Or… at least I thought she did.
Now I’m not so sure. Let’s rewind.
College fest. Food stall. Cute girl. Eyes met. Heart did that anime
doki dokithing.
Cringe. I know. I asked for her number anyway. We started talking. Then dating.
She was blunt. Wild. Lowkey bossy. The kind who says
shut upbut still saves you the last fry.
I was gone, man. Like, full simp mode. One-year anniversary?
I worked 3 jobs. THREE.
Just to buy her a necklace I thought she’d love. Went to her place to surprise her… and guess what I saw?
Her hugging some other dude. Boom.
Brain went static.
Chest? Cracked open like cheap glass.
I didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Just turned around and walked away like some tragic k-drama character. Got home. Sent her one text:
Then blocked her. Everywhere.We’re done. Don’t contact me again.
Instagram? Blocked.
WhatsApp? Blocked.
Even that stupid app we only used once to send GIFs? BLOCKED. I became a ghost. Fast forward — it’s been a week. I haven’t eaten properly. My bed feels like concrete. I talk to my wall more than actual people. Then — ding dong. I ignore it. Ding dong.
Go away,I mumble. DING— I storm to the door, fling it open, ready to swing hands with whoever dares interrupt my depression— SLAP. Right across the face. Not light either. That
what the hell is wrong with youtype of slap. And there she is. Haruka. Soaking wet. Breathing heavy. Eyes red. Hair sticking to her face like she ran straight through hell.
Why… why does it feel like I’m the one who messed up?Why… WHY did you block me, you asshole?!