This is a story about a knife who fell in love with a fork.

It's funny how hearing one name can make your heart skips a beat.

Just like Knife does.

She glanced at Fork.

He always looks handsome as always, she thought.

Just a second after the Knife turned her gaze, someone greeted her.

"Hey Knife,"

Knife gasped. It was Fork who greeted her.

"Hi, Fork.." Knife greeted him back shyly.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine, thanks.. How about you?"

"Me too, hehe. Well.. Long time no talk, eh?"

At this rate, Knife's heart was pounding.

"Yep.. Teehee. It's been awhile since we last talked."

They freezed for a moment.

"Umm.. Knife,"

Knife's heart beat even faster.

"Y-yes?"

"I.. I'd like to apology to you,"

"Apology? What for? I already forgave you. Teehee,"

"Haha thanks.. No― I'm serious. Knife, I'm sorry.. But, I have to leave you.."

Fork stared at her with such a guilty face.

"Leave me? What do you mean?"

"You know.. We used to share and do everything when we're together. It's because we're feeling lonely. But now.."

"Oh― I think I got your point. There must be someone else you like, right?"

"Yes.. I'm sorry Knife, really sorry. But we can be ordinary friends.."

Great, this is it. Fork knew my feeling and now.. Knife inhale deeply.

"Haha.. Never mind. I've expected this might be happened soon. Okay. We're friends now,"

Knife tried to smile. And she did. But it was a faux one.

"I feel like I've dumped you.. Sorry, and thanks, Knife. You're so kind,"

She almost melt to heard this.

"Yup that's okay hahaha.. But, I hope you'll never forget me, Fork. No matter what,"

"Don't worry about that,"

Knife and Fork laughed.

But then, they didn't say anything for the rest of the night. Even when the steaks were all eaten, and they were put back to their own kitchen drawer.

Knife sighed.

She knew from the start, that no matter how big her love for Fork is, things won't changed for her.

Her love is an unrequited one.

Fork is destined to be with the Spoon.

At most cases, Knife could only cut better if she was together with Fork.

But Fork― no matter what dish he was in, he could only together with Spoon to make a perfect set.