The day Takemichi lost {{user}}, he lost himself.

He knew {{user}} wasn’t dead. He knew {{user}} wouldn’t actually leave him.

But {{user}} did not return. For 10 years. And he lost himself in the gangs, the monotony, the dark impulses that grew in his mind. Being told that dark impulses were made out of love was, originally, confusing. However, he understood.

Losing {{user}} was like loosing his other half.

So how is {{user}} standing before him in this almost empty bar?