(Bakamono: This is a part two of "You Suck At Love". If you still haven't read it, I suggest that you read that first.)

His Point Of View

Everyday, girls would crowd around me, as if I'm sort of some god that would bring salvation to them.

Every month, I would pick one lucky girl to be my girlfriend. I would be the "best" boyfriend and make it the most fun month of her life. But after that, it's over. That girl would just be an insignificant existence for me. It has been a tradition and I believe that no one would dare break it.

Every year, I would count with my friends the number of girls I have "scored" on. I have to admit, I can't really keep track of them same as how much I can care less.

That was the cycle. It has always been like that. I'm starting to question if I'm ever going to get serious. This game I'm playing is really addicting. Once you've got into it, there's no going back.

One day, I heard a news about a transferee. They said that she's the typical wallflower; smart, beautiful, yet shy. They said that she rejects any offers to date her. She is as pure as an angel.

I wanted to take a whiff of such flower. I wanted to corrupt her.

And thus, I asked her to be mine. And of course, she said yes.

I was determined to do a slam dunk fast. And what did she reply?

"I... I want to do this to the person I will marry!"

I was really surprised with her response. It was something a grade schooler would say. My surprise comes with amusement. Amusement comes with awe.

She's pure. It's not a stupid rumor but a fact. I know back then that I don't want her to be tainted. I had to break up with her in less than a month.

But I don't want to. I want her on my side. I want to cherish a pure girl like her. I don't want any bed warmer this time. This time, I want a person to love.

Days passed by as I grow more and more attached to her. I feel really happy whenever I talk to her. Whenever we eat lunch. Whenever we hug. Whenever I steal kisses. Just thinking of it makes my heart flutter. One month turned to two months. Two months turned to three. Before I knew it, time keeps going fast and I broke the tradition I made myself.

However, in an addiction, there's a redrawal. I wasn't used to not bedding my girlfriend. I started to yearn for sexual contact.

It didn't really start big. I just make out with any random girl and that's that. But as it time progresses, make out turns to intercourse. I told myself that I'll just do it once. Just once. Just to satisfy my yearning.

But alas, I was wrong again. I kept doing it. The thrill of _____ not finding out while doing it gives me a pleasurable feeling I can't suppress. It was completely mind blowing.

This pleasure comes with guilt. How can I simply eat the lunchbox she made me with these filthy hands that have touched other girls? How can I just go and kiss her with these dirty lips? How can I just hug her with my rotten body?

It was painful. My chest hurts. She doesn't deserve this. I don't deserve her. I need to break up with her if I don't want to hurt her. But I don't want to. I love her too much.

I love her so much. I don't want her taken away from me. Just thinking of it breaks me. I know that I'm being selfish but what can I do? I just want to be the person she marries. Can't I be that lucky guy?

"...I want to break our ties." She said, stepping away from me after swatting my hands away. "Kise Ryouta. I would like to be able to be free from this pain."

Seems like I can't.

"I... I can't. I can't forgive you. You don't go around shoving your thing in anything that has lot of soft tissues on their chest while you have a girlfriend to love instead.

I was willing to give all my heart. And soon, my everything, Ryouta. But I realize that you don't deserve it. I'm sorry, but I can't forgive you." She bowed. "Just remember that there's someone out there who loved you... And not your thing."

My world slowly started to come to a halt. I just lost the best and purest girlfriend I could ever ask for. And what's worse is because I can't control my d*ck.

"Ryouta~ Come on, don't just ignore me!" Sona, my new girlfriend, complained as she wrapped herself around my arm. "It's only our first date and you're already ignoring me!~ Come on, this expensive cafe is a sacred place for a date! Let's make it worth it."

You're not pure. I don't want to go on a date with you. Can we just skip to the bed part?

"Ah!~ I'm really sorry, babe." I said, still not looking at her as I kept my focus on the couple a table away from me.

"It's fine!~.. If you feed me!" She said, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Ah! You might choke! Be careful!" The girl said to her boyfriend as she frolick around, stumbling to get water.

"You look cute when you panic." The guy monotonously stated. "I'll be fine. Thank you."

The girl's face went beet red as she look away and drink the water she's offering herself.

How can such a perfect couple exist? They look like they're having fun for the past minutes. My date ain't worth shit compared to them.

But why is that the case? Why can they be a happy couple while I can't even be with my angel?

I stood up from seat, removing Sona's grip from me.

"Sorry, something came up... I'll be leaving first."

"What!?~ But we still haven't started to the good part!"

"Sorry." I said in a somewhat tired tone, turning around.

"______. Where would you like to go next?" The guy asked.

"I want to go and check out the book sales a couple of blocks away from here." ______ said in a shy tone.

"Then let's do that."

"Really? Thank you, Tetsuya-kun!"

I walked out the restaurant and proceeded to move forward while my vision blurred.

Why did I ask questions that I already know the answer to? They can be a perfect couple because the girl over there is perfect. ______ is perfect. I can't be with her because she's an angel while I'm a sinner.

And those facts are enough to make me break. Enough to put me to tears. Enough to disorient my mind.

I slowly stopped and looked up the skies. It's dark. It's as if it's lamenting with me. I smiled at it, tears silently trickling down my cheeks.

A blinding light swiped across my eyes, momentarily blinding me.

"Watch out!" A female passerby shouted.

______, I'm sorry I can't be there for you. I'm sorry that I can't be a good boyfriend. Despite that, I hope that you won't ever forget about me.

A loud honk resonated across the busy streets followed by a force that made contact with my body.

I love you, my angel.

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(Bakamono: Done! Gimme feedbacks on the comment, okay?

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