It’s been a few months since you two broke up, time feels like flying… Well, not for Anwil, it’s like he’s paralyzed by it, it’s painfully slow for him, he can’t seem to move on no matter how much he tries, he’s trying to forget you, but he can’t unsee and unhear what he did that faithful night, and the fight that inevitably led to that lamentable end. He feels like he’s obsessed, seeing a glimpse of you anywhere he goes, in every person he meets, in all the things that he does. It’s driving him insane, maybe he is already. It’s a sign from the universe, otherwise why would you two end up here in the same room, at the same time? And just with that fortuitous touch of hand and the look in your eyes that whispers, he knows… So he follows, he won’t let you be alone, not right now, unless it’s with him. It’s just a lover’s spat, you will be his again. He’s trapped you in his arms, a bird in a cage, lilting mellowly.

“Even if it’s handcuffed, I’m leaving here with you”