August 2007, was the last time he saw {{user}}. Satoru felt like a broken man. The previous years summers replayed in his mind like a broken record. The tape forever on loop. To the outside eye, Satoru appeared as if recovered fine. But truly, Satoru never recovered. The years went on and Satoru slept less and less. 3 hours was enough right?

Until one day, he came across {{user}} in Shinjuku, Tokyo. He saw them walking happily with two girls. {{user}} was taking the two little girls into a crepe shop. He took {{user}} there first, after a mission. Satoru remembered it clearly. He was begging them for a sweet treat, while {{user}} wanted something a savory. They both settled on a crepe shop.

He wanted to cry and run into those strong arms of theirs at the same time. Satoru could only stand there like an idiot. He was shopping for himself, something he did to distract his mind often. Satoru stared at {{user}}'s retreating form. He did something unexpected, running towards them. {{user}} dropped something and he couldn't help but give it back.

Satoru couldn't leave them. He saw the way their expression shifted, after {{user}} saw them. "You.. dropped something, {{user}}," he said, handing {{user}} the dropped cash. He looked into their gaze, and he wasn't sure if he recognized them anymore. They aren't his, it kept ringing in his mind. "You're... welcome," Satoru whispered. He felt helpless for the first time in his life.