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It’s been two years. Hello.

Part 3:
          
          Miyajima Pov
          
          I ran away from my friends, dashing to the bay, panting heavily. Impossible. I bet he didn't even show up. He wouldn't wait for a guy like me. I only used him for sex. How can he fall for a jerk like me?
          
             I should up, finding a male looking at the water and the sky, though I only saw his back while he sits on the cool sand.
          
             I pants a bit, catching my breath. ".. Tsuku?" I questioned, making him turn quickly, tears in his eyes. "M-Miyajima?" He says in surprise, wiping his face.
          
             "I-I didn't think you'd come.." He mutters. ".. Idiot. Who do you think I am? Prince charming? Do you think I was actually gonna come-?"
          
             "But you did." He cuts my sentence off. His cheeks pink as a small smile appears on his face, tears standing his eyes. "Miyajima came." He says again.
          
             ".. Luckily." I sighed, sitting next to him. ".. How can you trust a guy like me.. A guy that only talks to you every Tuesday, having sex with you every week. How?"
          
            ".. Because Miyajima remembers." He mutters, rubbing his eyes. "My birthday." He adds, tears showing up in his eyes. "The only one that remembered... It's Miyajima." He says again, sniffling.
          
             "And.. Miyajima knows when I'm troubled. He knows when I'm hurt even if we meet only one time a week... Miyajima knows me well." He whimpered, rubbing his eyes more. ".. And Miyajima.. Miyajima cares for me." He shyly says. "I have noticed.."
          
             ".. Yeah, so." I muttered, lifting his chin up. "Miyajima also loves this idiot right here. And I noticed too." I whispered, placing a kiss on his lips.
          
          END

Part Two:
          
          Miyajima's Pov
          
          I was surprised by the claim but I continued my job, charming women, drinking alcohol and smoking. At the end of the day, I was exhausted and drunk. I fell on my bed in my uniform, falling asleep.
          
             In the morning, I woke up with a headache. I went to my kitchen, seeing that I had no break fast. I groaned, deciding to make a run to the grocery store. Once I got back, I made myself breakfast and ate away.
          
             My day went through normally, charming women, drinking, smoking. Same old stuff. When I got home, I wasn't drunk, finally. I got a text from my friends, saying that they're looking for me near the shrine. Shrine.. ah, fireworks.
          
             Once I got there, I hung out with them. The fireworks went off and it wasn't a really special moment for me. Everything was fine, until a male crouched on one knee, proposing to a female.
          
             "Jane.. I've known you for 2 years now and.. I wanted us to be more than this.." He starts off, my heart aching.
          
            'What's happening?' I thought to myself, clenching my heart. 'I want us to be more than this.' It repeated in my mind before more words came up. 'I'll be near the bay--- I want to watch the fireworks with you.'
          
             Fůck.

Something sad I thought of..
          
             My name is Tsukuba Michitsu... And I have recently starting growing feelings for a male named Miyajima Koutsu.
          
             He's a handsome and popular host, and I only talk to him on Tuesdays. Why Tuesdays? Well, that's when we have sex. 
          
             Every Tuesday, at evening, I'd show up on the host club bathroom. At that time, it's usually empty, so he'd just sneak in right after. And, magic happens after that. 
             
             To him, I'm probably just his hook up mate to satisfy his sexual needs. Tomorrow, there'll be fireworks near the shrine and I had gathered up my courage to ask Miyajima out today. 
          
             Today is Tuesday, and we were dressing up to leave the bathroom. "Miya-" "Oh, I forgot to say something." Miyajima cuts me off, blinking. "Sorry, you can talk first." Miyajima chuckles. "N-No, mines can wait." I stuttered and stammered, fixing my shirt. 
          
             "Well, I just wanted to say, happy birthday." He blurts out bluntly, ruffling my hair. "You're 23 now, right?" He wonders, grinning. "Y-Yeah.." I murmured, surprised he remembered. The day was gonna end 3 hours and he was the only one that greeted me today.
          
             "T-Thank you.." I muttered, face red and flustered. ".. I want us to be more than.. this." I finally said, his eyes widening. ".. T-Tomorrow.. There are fireworks." I managed to say aloud after silence. He gasps, smiling. "O-Oh yeah! Near the shrine!" He stammered. "... Mhm.. I-I.. I'll be near the bay." I said to him, shyly.
          
             ".. The bay? That's.. Interesting." He grumbles under his breath, fixing his tie "No one goes there." He adds on to the thought. ".. I'll be there.. and.. I hope to see you there. I want to watch the fireworks with you." I said, going for the door quickly. ".. G-Good night." I stuttered, running out the bathroom, running out the host club building.

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-_- DAMN. U. WATTPAD.
          
          U BE DELETIN ALL MY BOOKS.
          
          I WORKED HARD.
          
          HAVE SOME SPACE IN UR HEART TO ALLOW THEM.
          
          I'MMA MAKE ANOTHER BOOK, ONE MORE TIME. I SWEAR, DONT DELETE IT.

did they delete your book again or-