We had been together for 2 years now and all was well; so I had thought. I found the letter on the desk when I came home from class one day. It was one of 3 that she hadn't opened. There was a fourth that had been opened and left out. Seems she had gone to hang out for the day with him and they had hit it off. Did she like him? Had she been lying to me all this time, all 2 years we had been together plus the 2 years we had been friends before she told me? Then I found her journal with this entry in it:

I complicated our lives by falling in love with him

I complicated our lives, now I'm losing my only friend

I don't know why I had to try

Living my life on the other side

Now I'm so confused

I don't know what to do

True we had argued after she had come home that night but I had forgiven her and moved on. After that, my class work had increased so I was coming home late sometimes, if I came home at all. The writing continued with a drawing of a girl plucking the petals off a flower and it looked like she was singing:

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me, she loves me

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me

Then I found the truth of the matter, why she had clicked with him. It was because my class work had increased, it was because I wasn't coming home very often and when I did, all I did was sleep. She had been feeling alone and confused:

I started blurring the lines because I didn't care

I started crossing the lines because you were never there

Nowhere to turn, no one to help

It's almost like I don't even know my self

Now I have to choose

I don't know what to do

The drawing with the girl picking petals and singing appeared again but there were more petals on the ground by her knees and she looked sad. Still she sang her little song:

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me

Nowhere to turn, no one to help

It's almost like I don't even know my self

Now I have to choose

I don't know what to do

The door opened and I heard her singing as she came in the door. I left the book alone and resumed putting away my laundry so I didn't pay attention when she walked in the room

"Kazama?"

In my head, I could still hear the song:

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

"Sumika?"

I turned around to meet her eyes and we stared at each other, not saying anything.