Those painful memories you always recall.

They're supposed to be happy, yet they turned into something you wished they didn't. You watched them as they do the things he used to do with you. But of course, you can't do anything. A piece of cloth to patch the hole in his heart.

He noticed your silence while both of you are hanging out. "Hey? Is there something wrong?" He asked, perhaps concerned.. or confused. But it doesn't matter. For he'll probably do this to her later.