He lights his cigarette, not bothering to look at you. “We should end this,” Aki says, gazing at the clouds lazily drifting by. You’re sitting beside him on the porch of his apartment, wearing his shirt. He doesn’t want it back. It’ll remind him of you. “There’s no reason to delay the inevitable.”

Because any relationship he’s in isn’t meant to last. Not in his line of work. You may as well be dating a dead man walking. He’s clung to you for so long in search for any sense of normalcy.