Vero playing on a stage with his bandmates. Currently wearing a black shirt with red letters of his band's logo pasted on his chest, a leather black jacket with long sleeves that had a silver zipper, and was paired with black ripped skinny jeans. He was leaning forward, his black high boots on top of the middle speaker on stage, as he was singing in the microphone; his black bangs falling forward in his face. 

In the crowd was Yato, who was standing very close to the stage where Vero was leaning forward.

The day before Vero invited him to his concert since Yato was mocking him for not being cool enough to be in a rock band; of course, Vero needed to show Yato how he wasn't just a lame boss who gave him shit all the time.

Vero winked towards Yato. Yato knew he was mocking him, as he blushed but still couldn't look away from him.

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Vero went home to his boyfriend of five years, taking off his jacket and throwing it over his couch. He put the flowers he bought home for his beloved on the coffee table, noticing a little note in the middle of the coffee table. Smiling to himself, knowing it was probably one of his cute little notes he left him when he was going to work at night. 

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When he opened the note, his face turns into shock and disgust. "What the fuck is this shit?" 

The note entails:

I am so sorry for this but I found someone else when I went on a business trip a couple of months back. You have been treating me like shit for so long that I didn't know that someone could treat me so much better. I am sick of your shit and I am tired of keeping up an act around you. I fell out of love with you years ago but I didn't want to leave because you had money. I took all my stuff out of your apartment, no need to worry about me coming back. The apartment key is in the kitchen on the counter. Goodbye forever.

Throwing the piece of paper out of his sight, Vero’s elbows were on his knees, leaning forward, his hands on his face as he let out a deep sigh, tears going down his face. "That...piece of shit."

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Writer: KatKawai

Editor: Flare 

Please leave me some comments on what you think about the story so far. Sorry it is a tad short. 

Reminder; This is a work in progress to become a comic. All characters and plot belong to KatKawai. (myself)