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Tokyo's POV

"Why didn't you fight back?" I pressed the cold towel over Alex's cheeks as he winced for the thousand time.

I pulled away a little and noticed how he was glaring at me.

"What?" I snickered. "I didn't tell you to pick a fight with Grey, you know," I told him.

"Did you see how thick Grey's muscles are?" he scoffed and I admit, he actually has a point. "Plus, it's not my fault your boyfriend has a temper,"

My heart clenched at his words.

"Ex," I corrected him, but damn, those words coming out from my own mouth hurts like a truck.

It has been three months since Grey indirectly broke up with me.

For weeks, all I did was follow him around and tried to explain the situation to him but he treated me like some ant he can barely see.

Those weeks were the most painful momenta of my life and Demo witnessed it all, but he said Grey always evades the topic every time he tries to convince him to listen to my explanation.

And after my failed attempts of explaining to him, I decided that