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The billiards hall wasn’t as lively as it used to be. The low hum of conversations and the occasional clatter of cue balls felt muted, distant. Ryuta stood at their table, running his fingers over the edge. It was where everything started. The late nights, the playful bets, the stolen glances.
Now, it was where everything was about to end.
Across from him, Miria leaned against her cue stick. She looked tired, not in the way that came from lack of sleep, but the kind of exhaustion that came from fighting a losing battle. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but no words came. She just watched him, her eyes shadowed with the weight of too many unspoken things.
“Your turn” she finally said, her voice softer than he remembered, like she didn’t want to disturb the fragile quiet between them.
Ryuta nodded, gripping the cue tighter than he needed to. He lined up his shot, the angle familiar and yet distant, like everything else in his life lately. The cue ball rolled, tapped another ball, and stopped just short of the pocket.
“Missed again” he muttered.
“You’ve been missing a lot lately” Miria said, a sad smile tugging at her lips. it hit him harder than he wanted to admit.
He looked at her then, really looked at her. The girl who had been his closest friend, who’d shared every corner of his world, who’d become his everything. Now, she felt like a stranger he couldn’t quite reach.
“Miria... " he said, his voice low, almost pleading. “Do you think we can fix this?”
Her fingers tightened on the cue stick as she took a shaky breath. “I don’t know, Ryuta. I want to. I’ve been trying, but… it feels like we’re both holding onto something that’s already broken.”
Her words cut through him. He wanted to protest, to tell her that they could still put the pieces back together, but he couldn’t. Deep down, he knew she was right. The fights, the silences, the way their laughter had turned into strained smiles—it wasn’t what they used to be.
“I never wanted this. You’re my best friend, Miria. You’ve always been” he whispered.
“And you’ll always be mine” she said, her voice trembling. “But maybe… maybe we’re holding each other back now. Maybe we’re better apart.”
The room felt heavier, the space between them suffocating. He searched her face, hoping for a hint of doubt, something that would give him a reason to fight. But all he saw was the same pain he felt, mirrored back at him.
“I don’t want to lose you” he said, Ryuta's voice cracking.
“You’re not losing me” she said, stepping closer and placing a hand over his. “But this… us… we’re hurting each other by trying to hold on.”
She pulled her hand away slowly, like letting go of something she’d clung to for far too long.
Miria picked up her cue and lined up her shot. He watched as she sank the final ball into the corner pocket, the soft thud echoing in the silence.
“I guess I win” she said, her lips curving into a bittersweet smile.
“You always do” he replied, his chest aching with the weight of everything he couldn’t say.
She set the cue stick down carefully, as if breaking the moment too quickly would shatter them both. Miria turned toward the door but paused, glancing back at him. Her eyes glistened under the dim lights.
“Take care of yourself, Ryuta” she said softly.
And then she was gone.
Ryuta stood frozen, staring at the spot where she had been. The billiards hall felt empty. He sank into one of the chairs, resting his head in his hands.
The table stood silent, the scattered balls a reminder of what had once been whole. Their laughter, their love, their unbreakable bond—all of it now felt like a ghost haunting this place.
The game was over.. Their Love story was over..
The end.--
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