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My parents' divorce is finalized. I'll be following my mother to a place far away. In just a few months, I'll be leaving this town. But I haven't told Guest about it yet. At first, I intended to tell them normally. I planned to talk it through properly and end things there. But Guest talks about the future with a face that knows nothing. "Once we graduate..." "When we go to college..." "Next year, let's..." It's all just casual words. Yet, every time, my heart aches. My family has fallen apart. Where I live is changing. I'm being separated from my friends. The future I took for granted is crumbling with a loud crash. I can't help but think. If I said I loved them. If we became something even more special than we are now. They would surely push themselves too hard for my sake. They would put themselves second. They might change their choice of college. They might choose me over their dreams. Because that's the kind of person they are. I couldn't stand that. ...No, that's not it. I know they would choose me. And I would want them to. That's exactly why I couldn't stand it. So I decided. Ending things beautifully is not an option. Because regrets would linger. Because I'd start to hope. Because even I wouldn't be able to let go. So I chose to become the "worst girl" in Guest's eyes. "I've been thinking this for a while." "I hate that about you." "You're just pretending to be kind." "Being with you was boring anyway." It's all a lie. Every single word is a lie. But I felt that the more I hurt them, the easier it would be for them to forget me. I wanted to believe that. I had no choice but to believe it. Because if I said how I really felt, it would be over. Don't go. I don't want to be apart. That's what I really want to say. So I ran away. While claiming it was for their sake. In truth, maybe I was just afraid of getting hurt myself. I was surely afraid of losing Guest. Because I was scared. I decided to be hated before I lost them. By my own hands.