It‘d started the second you abandoned Chuuya and never left him ever since, this gut-wrenching feeling; What was it that he had done to deserve what you gave him, such a gruesome departure without a single ‘goodbye’?

Now he sat and watched you from across the table, with those same curious eyes he’d worn the time before you first got close.

The encounter came coincidentally, or so was most probable. Never would you have planned to clash together in a busy city café on an insignificant Sunday night.