"She's not my girlfriend."

I clarified one last time
and went back to tuning my guitar.

That's right...

she's not my girlfriend.

Or even anything special to me.

Besides,

I've done my best up until now--

more than anyone else would dare

if they were placed in my position.

That fact alone should be enough to satisfy me.

Yes,

that's right.

There's no problem here.

I clutched at the right side of my chest,
which had been throbbing nonstop since this morning.

But then...

why do I feel so

terrible?