He was down.
And by saying down I mean down.
He ate almost nothing - maybe some yoghurt in the morning or some rice but, mostly, his daily food-intake consisted of cigarettes. Lots of.
And no, even I as a smoker didn't consider three packages a day as healthy.
He looked tired.
Really tired.
I would find myself alone in bed at night quite often.
And I was worried.
It wasn't since my little... let's say incident with Yune that he was down. It must have happened two or three days later.
I didn't know what exactly was going on but I knew that shit was boiling.
Kouyou, Yuu, and Yutaka showed up almost every day by now - and when they came they'd lock themselves (including my boyfriend) up in the music room.
And I was angry.
I was angry at them for leaving me out - especially Akira.
I was okay with the circumstance that he didn't talk to me about that topic. Well, I would have been perfectly fine with it if he had kept talking to me at all.
He maybe greeted me in the morning or when I came home from university but that was pretty much it.
And I was sad.
Sad that nobody seemed to notice me.
Notice I was worried about all of them just as much, since they didn't really look healthier than Akira right now.
Sad that it didn't feel like we were lovers anymore.
So, when they had gathered up in the music room like the homeless around a fire, I did what I could best.
I banged at the door.
