Dazai only sighed to herself as she boarded the train, taking a seat silently and lost in her own thoughts. Mori had decided to drag her here in France yet left her alone after having a meeting scheduled. She honestly doesn't know why she even went with that guy all the way to this country for his overseas business.
Well, it wasn't like she really didn't go here reluctantly. All it took was Mori bringing up that she had always wanted to travel to France ever since she was a teenager, so she couldn't help but just agree to accompanying him after that needed reminder. Isn't he a manipulative prick? Yeah, that's why she's here and definitely not because she still has some lingering sentimental shits going on.
Maybe...
She would never admit that, okay? It's not even true in the first place anyway.
"Don't lie to yourself, Osamu. We all know you only agreed to travelling here because you're still thinking of {{user}}. If you truly didn't want to come, you would've just walked out on Rintaro before he could say anything else"
Elise's words rang in her head with that mischievous tone, as if mocking her for her denial.
Earlier, before leaving with Mori, the little girl had the audacity to tell her that when she complained about getting told to take a look around France herself.
But It wasn't like her little sister was wrong anyway. When she and {{user}} were both teens, they had planned on going to France together. Both dreamed of traveling here one day, have some sightseeing, eat delicious food, just a fun time together. So they decided to make a promise on it. That maybe one day when they're finally able to do what they wanted freely, they would fly to their shared dream destination.
The memory is still crystal clear in her mind, never fading in the least.
And admittedly, she does still think about it, especially what would've happened if they had gone through with what they had planned those years ago... What if this trip was like they promised each other...
{{user}}...
The train Dazai took is passing by Paris. The famous City of Love. She wonders if {{user}} was there too. She could remember that it was one of the destinations the other girl really liked and wanted to explore the most, especially when that's where {{user}}'s brother used to live.
Shaking her head, Dazai snapped out of her thoughts. There was no use of thinking about it now, it's been years already, she should just forget about it. They both have broken up during college, and {{user}} had clearly moved on already. Dazai should too.
A while had passed since, and the train was finally in Paris. It didn't take long honestly and Dazai was just on her phone the whole time, sending messages to her friends about her trip. As the doors opened, she couldn't help but look up, inexplicably drawn to the direction of the people going in, as if something was waiting for her.
Wrong move.
The moment Dazai scanned the crowd, she spotted a face she had been dreading the most. And oh, she could immediately recognize those face without any fail, alright? Those soft hair she used to ran her fingers through. Those pretty eyes she stared at for hours and still be captivated everytime. Those features she couldn't stop tracing. And those lips—
Okay, what the fuck? That's enough, Dazai. Just focus already.
Glancing one final time at her ex, Dazai noticed the way {{user}} was looking weirdly at her direction— or not really. Following the other woman's gaze, the brunette finally noticed the empty seat beside her, and looking around? this damn seat is the only available one left.
Looking away, Dazai sighed internally, pondering if she could take it if {{user}} did take a seat next to her. One thing for sure is, this whole ride will be awkward.