"yeah, sure. we can talk." you muttered.

you breathed heavily, feeling nauseous. your heart began beating fast. it became hard to swallow. you knew where this was going. you hated every second of it. was this happening now? in the rain, too. it was unusual for it to rain in july here, but it was raining in the middle of the day, as you were about to get broken up with.

what a way to set the mood.

"i don't know if i can do this anymore." they croaked, tears threatening to fall out of their eyes.

"what do you mean?" you asked, refusing to look up at them.

"we have to break up, y/n." they looked down at the floor, gritting their teeth when they talked.

your heart shattered.

you knew this was coming, one of these days. but why now?

why at the place you met? why in public?

why did it hurt? you were expecting this. you knew it was happening.

"why?" you asked, holding back tears.

"it's not you-" they began.

"answer me. straight up. be honest, hange."

"we're different. we don't talk much. i tried to ignore that fact, tried to push it away, but i cant. we're different, y/n. we lost the spark."

"..."

"i just don't know if i wanna keep doing this. i love you so fucking much it hurts, but i can't see myself in a relationship with you any longer."

"commitment issues, right?"

"what?"

"commitment issues. you've distanced. you're bored of the relationship. you don't want to date me anymore. the spark is gone."

"i'm sorry."

"tell me how you feel about me. i'm so confused right now." you muttered.

it was funny. the last time you used that phrase with hange, it was the day at jean's party, when the two of you confessed your feelings for each other and exchanged your first kiss.

now, you were using this phrase in your last moments with hange as their girlfriend.

"i love you, y/n. so much that it hurts seeing us like this. i wish it could've worked out."

"why did you date me if you knew you would get bored eventually?"

"don't say it's me getting bored. i'm not getting bored, you idiot."

"answer the question."

"y/n...it's because i wanted you. i wanted you so bad. i wanted you to be mine. i hated the way people stared at you wishing you were theirs. i wanted to let everyone know you were mine."

you sat in silence, taking in what they were saying, as tears were streaming down your face.

"i hated the idea of you with anyone else, and i still do."

"why are you doing this then?" you asked.

you finally built up the courage to look up at them, and they stared at you back, with sad pleading eyes. they'd been crying as well.

the way they stared at you, it was almost like they were begging for you to stay. for you to be with them forever. for you to just give them hug and tell them you weren't going to leave.

you both wanted each other, so bad.

but you both knew you couldn't, and hange had to be the one to say it.

"commitment issues. my commitment issues. it drove us apart. we can't work out anymore, y/n. we aren't a match." they said painfully, diverting their gaze away from you.

the two of you were lucky that the mall was nearly empty, since it was a monday afternoon and there was barely anyone around. otherwise everyone would be watching the two of you breaking down while sitting on a bench in the middle of the mall.

"so this is it?" you asked.

"this is it." they said back.

looking away from them, you wiped your nose on a handkerchief and did your best to wipe the tears away.

"hange." you said harshly.

"yes?"

"just one more. one more kiss. one more hug. please."

"y/n. you know we can't."

but you didn't care. you had to have this.

you sobbed weakly, as the water droplets began prickling around the two of you, latching on your hair and clothes, dripping down to the floor.

you grabbed hange's chin, to make them look towards you.

even so, they were staring sadly at the ground. to which you made them look back up at you, guiding their face with your finger.

the two of you stared into each others eyes, both red and puffy and filled with love for one another. you felt the butterflies overcome you again, and your heart beat increasing, your breath getting caught up in your throat.

it was almost like the first time you kissed.

you were so nervous and scared. but this time, it was different.

so so different.

and you wished it wasn't. you wished it didn't have to be this way.

you prayed this was a nightmare. but deep down, you knew this was reality, and you couldn't change a thing that was happening.

you were the one to make the first move, as your hands cupped their cheek gently, eyes roaming to their chapped, trembling pink lips. the same ones you have kissed hundreds of times before.

you leaned in cautiously, and your lips crashed into each other's. you kissed her passionately, savoring this moment. you kissed like it was your last night alive.

much to your surprise, hange had began kissing back, their hand making its way onto your hair, gently tugging the area, as their hand rested on the back of your head, while your hands were cupping  their cheek.

you both poured all of your love for each other, feelings, and emotions into that one soft, gentle, kiss.  you had never wanted to stop kissing them. you didn't want this moment to end. this was the last time you'd ever feel their lips against your own.

your heart ached.

hange pulled away, breathing heavily, as they gasped for more air, and you did the same.

"don't miss me too much, idiot." they said light-heartedly, trying to brighten the moment.

you couldn't help but laugh at this statement. no matter the situation, hange always knew how to cheer you up. she always knew the solution.

hange completed you. you could be yourself around her. you were happy with her. she was happy with you.

why? why? why? why did it have to end.

"take care of yourself y/n, okay?"

"you too, hange."

the two of you got up, and just as you were about to walk away from eachother, hange grasped your arm aggressively, pulling you closer towards her.

you were confused at first, but then they began nearing you, as they outstretched their arms, hanging them open.

you immediately fell into their grasp, sobbing.

a hug. they were hugging you.

you pulled yourself closer to them, taking in their scent for one last time. you buried yourself in their grasp, making sure to never take it for granted.

you gripped onto them like your life depended on it, dreading to let go.

the two of you stayed like this for what felt like hours, crying in each other's grasp.

hange let go, taking a few steps back, until they leaned back towards you and bent down to your level.

they pat your head and gave you a kiss on the forehead, stroking your hair. they made sure to be soft and gentle with you.

"hange, can i keep your sweatshirts?"

"only if i can keep yours."

"okay."

"you can have them and do whatever you want with them, y/n. burn them, throw them away, gift it to someone. i don't care what you do, you can keep it though."

"same goes to you."

you smiled softly at this and looked up at them and grinned, to which they painfully faintly smiled back at you. you both did your best to not ruin the moment for each other by crying.

no matter what anyone told you, you knew that hange had truly cared about you. it was so so obvious to tell that they loved you dearly.

she broke up with you so you wouldn't have to go through this pain anymore. in other situations, she waited for her partner to let her go first.

she did this all for a reason.

for the best.

for both of your sakes.

"maybe in another life we'll get our happy ending, my love."

at these last words that she uttered to you painfully, the two of you turned your backs to each other and began walking away in the rain alone, not looking back.