Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best Friend-s Girlfrien... -

“And yet?” Erito’s voice was a whisper.

“I don’t know,” he said. And that was the real betrayal. Not the kiss. Not the motel. But the fact that he had destroyed a friendship for a reason he couldn’t even name. Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...

“Traffic,” Erito lied, stepping inside. “And yet

He walked away. Erito watched him go, the city lights smearing into gold and red through his tears. Not the kiss

Erito had no good answer. He still doesn’t, years later. He could say chemistry . He could say the heart wants what it wants . But the truth was uglier: he had wanted something that wasn’t his, and he had taken it. Not because Rina was special. Not because Kaito was flawed. But because, for one selfish, burning moment, Erito had wanted to feel chosen.

Erito keeps it in his wallet, not out of lingering love, but as a reminder. Some things broken cannot be reglued. Some lines, once crossed, redraw the entire map.

“I know,” he replied, and kissed her again.