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And there it was. The cold, hard truth of the situation Seiji had found himself in. There was no more hiding behind subtle hints and gentle wording. The thing he had begun to fear since her refusal of the proposal, had tried so hard to reason away from, was there in front of him. No more pretending things were going to be alright, no more ignoring the cold, hard knot in the pit of his stomach. She'd spoken plainly, and if his own heart hadn't felt like an aching void, he might have felt something for the pain on those delicate features as she wept at him and told him they were finished.

The fact that she loved him still was cold comfort, and that, more then anything else she'd said, seemed to snap the jikininki out of his frozen numbness. Those glowing eyes seemed to focus, and the though there was copious amounts of pain reflected in that red glow, there was also the first stirrings of anger.

The last he'd been aware they were happy. Perhaps they didn't see as much of each other as was preferred, but he'd not so much as heard a peep from the ghoul that she was anything but content with their relationship for a while now. How in Jack's name had she kept all this from him? "How long have you felt like this?" For the most part his voice was calm, but there was a warmth to it that had nothing to do with fondness in that moment.

He hadn't moved sine he's reached for her, but now he straightened, and the little velvet box with it's so precious cargo slipped from his fingers to fall to the ground beside the tombstone Junko was clinging to so desperately.

It was a child's wish that a break up, especially under such circumstances, could be peaceful. The ghost had been blind sided. That his ghoul had been shoving away feelings of unhappiness for awhile was news to him. Sure, they'd had their problems, but they had dealt with them. Or had they? Maybe he'd been wrong to think those problems had been sorted out and buried. Maybe he'd been wrong, and blind, to a lot of things..

He listened to her, but not a single thing she said did anything to ease the solid knot in his stomach or the slowly raising heat of anger that was starting to take him over. She reached for the fallen box, and glowing eyes flicked to the ring in her hands before snapping back up to her face.

Tears were streaming down Junko's face, and Seiji was startled to find he wasn't moved to comfort her, not now. He didn't like those tears, hated what they meant, but he did not reach out for her or whisper comforting lies. It was not going to be alright.

Chiseled features twisted at the mention of avoiding resentment, and the hope for a more amiable split, and he moved as if he would take a step closer, fingers curling at his sides, before he stopped himself and actually took a step back from her to put more space between him. He was well and truly angry now, but riding in over all of it was sorrow. "Problems don't just go away unless you deal with them, Junko. You know that!" It'd been a lesson they had learned together.

He was staring at her now as if he didn't really believe this was happening. Not that he'd fool himself into thinking everything was fine, but that it was just so damn unexpected. "Calm?" There was a shadow of a laugh to his voice, but not like any of this was funny. "Junko , you blind sided me." He blinked at her, then a thought came to him, and he bent towards her, voice dropping to something more wounded still. "Were you going to do this even if I hadn't proposed?"

Friends? She wanted to be friends? The smile that had slid into place on those kissable lips made him hate her in that moment, just a little bit. "You don't get to do this and just have everything be okay. You don't get to dump me right off the train and still except me to want to be your friend." Maybe later, when the hurt was gone, and the wounds weren't literally moments old, maybe there was hope for a friendship, but not know.

The ghost wasn't sure if he could truly hate her for this, though he thought that would make it all just a little easier.

The tightness in his shoulders lessened, but didn't leave, and he stood straighter again, hands down at his sides, still curled in their loose fists. He stared at her, and felt a hint of satisfaction as that little smile melted away before him. Had she really thought this would go so peacefully? Clearly she had.

"No," he answered her, watching as she stepped closer to him. "No, hat wouldn't have made this any better." There was a quality to his voice that was almost mocking, as if the question had been foolish to even ask. "Now, later, it wouldn't have mattered, because I wouldn't have seen it coming no matter when you'd decided to tell me."

His lips twitched with the last, and he couldn't help but shake his head. He wasn't smiling, not really, but his teeth were bared in something similar. "Of course you've never done this before, I'm your first boilfriend."

Maybe he'd been foolish to think she'd be content to settle down with the first boil that had loved her. He didn't know, though he had his answers now, it still didn't make much sense to him. Knowing, and understanding, were very different things.

His chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh, and he ducked his head, black hand coming up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to be here anymore, standing in this cemetery, with her right before him, holding that damn ring.

He nodded at her confirmation, though not as it if really mattered. He had been her everything. First kiss, first Boilfriend, first lover, first love. His shoulders hunched, lips parting over clenched teeth as if he might cry, and he'd have every right to those tears, but there was no moisture touching those glowing eyes when he finally lowered his hand to look at her.

She was hiding from him, from this, and all he was of her was a curtain of black hair, her arms, and a thin sliver of of that delicate face, illuminated by the emerald glow of her eyes. He stared at her, and he felt nothing, numb.

The numbness was better then the pain..

Her hand moved, lifting to offer back the ring, and he dropped his gaze to that intricately crafted band, staring at it a moment as she apologized. He didn't want it back, what would he do with it? There would be too many memories attached to it for him to ever feel comfortable giving it to anyone else, and he didn't want the constant reminder of what she'd meant to him just laying around in his room. Already he was going to have to go through and pack up any and all reminders of the ghoul.

He stepped back, leaving her there with the ring in her hand. He'd bought it for her, she might as well keep it. "I'm sorry, too.." And with that he turned, picking his suitcase up like he meant to leave. "I'll pack up the things you left in my room, and give them to Lizzy to give back toy you." His head moved as he nodded to himself, but he didn't look back at her. Instead he started walking towards the gate they'd come through, heading back to school, and his room.