“Because it was always just a joke to you, wasn't it?”

“You know that’s not true,” Momo starts, her fingers curling tenderly around Sana’s wrist, but it's the coldest she’s ever felt.

“Do I?” Sana’s voice trembles at Momo’s simple touch, and she wishes it didn't. Wishes Momo didn't have such an effect on her. “It’s never been hard for you to leave me behind.”

“Sana, you're my soulmate. You said you’d-" Sana cuts her off, tears falling.

“Never leave you?” She bites, into the petals that threaten to burst from her lips, painting them crimson. “You left me first.”