(Bakamono: Guys, prepare your tissues. This is going to hurt.

And this is a song fic)

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I believe in true love ever since I met him.

His smile made me feel complete. Every little gesture made me feel happy.

"______, I love you." He would whisper near my ear.

Every "I love you" was magic.

But the most magical moment of my life was when he knelt down and pulled out a ring, asking me to be his.

I couldn't say anything but nod happily, tears streaming down my cheeks.

It was like a dream come true. A fairytale.

Everyday is a happy ending for me in our marriage.

We would always do what normal couples would do. We would dine at certain nights. Snuggle in bed for what seems like eternity. Telling compliments that would make our hearts flutter.

It was perfect. Perfect until...

"I'm very sorry Mr. and Mrs. Kasamatsu but.. You won't be able to have a child."

Time seems to have stopped. It did stop at 12:30.

Silence can only be heard. It was deafening.

Everyday, Yukio would come home drunk and in a bad mood. He would break everything he sees, yelling profanities, crying his eyes out. I did not have the courage to comfort him nor talk to him. After all, it did hurt for the both of us.

The glass bottle that breaks into pieces with a loud noise, is that how we are like?

I was depressed for a long time before I had learned to move on. I would go to my job everyday, laughing at jokes, listening to gossips, and acting like everything is fine. And soon, everything went fine for me.

Maybe this is indeed God's plan for me. Maybe I am really not destined to have a child. I have learnt to accept that fact.

But what I cannot accept is how Yukio would act. It was irrational.

The low sky feels like it's going to break down soon
You who had asked why I came now, you who had said you waited for me, you who had welcomed my love
Now you are colder than a person you meet for the first time

He was never the same person. His drinking habit worsen. He would sometimes curse at me. Every word hurt. It was like a dagger cutting through my chest, making it harder and harder to breath.

Your bright smile, your warm body
I'm afraid that I won't be able to see and touch it anymore

There used to be no gap between us in bed. But now, it seemed like we both have a contagious disease that would instantaneously kill the both of us .

Right now we are like the clock hands at 12:30
we have our backs to each other, looking at different places and trying to let go of everything

I tried diverting my attention towards my problem with Yukio. I would often go out with my friends and do over times. Anything that would take me out from the living hell that is starting to form in our house.

Yukio, on the other hand, started to come home very late. Drunk as usual. But what is worse is that I can smell woman's perfume emanating from his clothes.

... I don't know him anymore.

We are like the clock hands at 12:30,
walking towards the place where we won't be able to return to

I can't call our house my home anymore.

My happy ending turned out to be not for eternity. It seems to have an expiration date.

I don't want to live in lies. I don't want to suffocate with the poisonous air we both make.

We need to end this ridiculous setup.

"Yukio, we need to talk." I said.

It was one of the few times that is not intoxicated by liquor. It would be best to talk.

He looked up at me and released a grumble. "What?"

"...I want to file a divorce." I answered, chin held up high.

I was certain that this would help us mend what was broken.

He looked at me. And there I found the eyes of the person I used to love. My will suddenly was disoriented. I feel like he was silently begging me not to do this.

But alas, I have made my resolve.

Even though I'm letting go right now, I'm letting go of you, even though everything has stopped
I believe that the broken clock will move again

"..I think that this is for the both of us." I explained, stray tears falling from my eyes. "I don't feel the love in this house anymore. I don't know you anymore.

"You are not my Yukio Kasamatsu. You are not the guy who promised me eternity. The guy who promised me a happy ending.

"Now you're just.. Yukio Kasamatsu. A stranger."

.....He looked and finally, he nodded.

"...I'm very sorry." He muttered, closing his eyes. He too, was crying. "I didn't fulfill my promise. I am a failure."

"It's just not your fault, Yukio." I held his hand. "It's also mine."

We embraced one last time and both said our farewell with a smile.

Right now we are like the clock hands at 12:30
we have our backs to each other, looking at different places and trying to let go of everything
We are like the clock hands at 12:30,
walking towards the place where we won't be able to return to

But I do know, someday, some when, time would continue to flow once again.

But till then, this is goodbye.