Three Broken Hearts, One Bitter Drink
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Story transcript
Jill: First time in a bar, sweetheart?
Kotonoha: I... I wanted to understand love better...
Satou: She thinks love is some fairy tale. Cute.
Kotonoha: There's someone... but he doesn't notice me.
Jill: Ah, the invisible crush. Classic.
Satou: Pathetic. Real love isn't about being noticed.
Satou: Love is about protecting what's yours. No matter what.
Jill: That sounds less like love and more like... ownership.
Kotonoha: Protecting? But... shouldn't love be gentle?
Jill: Happy Sugar Life - my specialty. Tastes like innocence.
Satou: Where did you hear that name?
Jill: Just a cocktail. Though... reminds me of someone obsessed with keeping their precious thing locked away.
Satou: You don't know anything about my love.
Jill: Sweetheart, everyone who sits here thinks their love is unique. But hearts break the same way every night.
Kotonoha: Wait... you both... you're talking about the same thing, aren't you?
Jill: See? Love's simple. You either obsess over someone who doesn't know you exist...
Satou: ...or you make sure they never exist without knowing you.
Kotonoha: I... I think I'll just... admire from afar. Forever. Very far.