Change of heart?

It had been three days since I spend the night with Kaisei. I kept thinking of his confession and everything he said about his feelings… I began feeling guilty that my heart wasn't moved by his words. I couldn't feel any butterflies, I didn't shiver at the sound of his name. I simply… enjoyed him.

“God… I'm turning into a cold bitch!” I whined hiding my face in the pillow.

I was partially glad that Kaisei had to go back to Tokyo for a while, it gave me some time to put my emotions in order, but those few days didn't change anything at all. I only became more and more flustered, yet I felt that my heart was empty. I blamed Hiro for making me so broken that every time I tried filling my soul with any kind of sensation, it hurriedly drift away. The more I thought about it, the more I was certain that the only deep emotions within me were anger and despair. Each time I smiled, I felt something fake about my mimic muscles stretching…