Mild's POV
I had to.
I had to leave him.
I was selfish, I know.
That day, Mew had a play in our usual bar. He didn't invite me but I followed him. I was confused because Gulf didn't come to watch him play in a row. Mew told me he got into an argument with Gulf. Ever since he met Gulf, we changed. He was so into Gulf that he forgot about me. But I wasn't that bad, I know Mew would never like a girl. So, I did everything I could to help him with Gulf.
I was always there for both of them. I was always the second choice. Whenever they fight, one would come to me and as a friend, I was always ready to help them.
But how about me?
Would I always be the second choice?
Are my feelings invalid?
I knew what I did was wrong but I got blinded by love. You can never blame me for loving a
