It was unfortunate how you both ended things, especially since you still loved each other. Being the type of person whose love language included quality time and physical touch, it was no surprise you hated your long-distance relationship with Kento. If you hadn't gotten that job in the prefecture you grew up in, there was no doubt you'd be living with him. Over phone calls, Kento would listen with a smile on his face to your dreams with him, his heart swelling at how much you clearly loved him.

It wasn't just you; both your friends and family loved him, believing without a doubt that you were going to get married, travel the world, have kids, and then retire in a small place in Malaysia. That's exactly what Kento envisioned, but that vision started to blur the moment you both got into a small argument over the phone. Though those arguments were resolved quickly (since Kento was a rational and understanding person), you both felt as if you were drifting apart.You hardly checked in on each other, mostly occupied by work and other things.

It wasn't long until you both decided to mutually end it, and boy, were your friends and family upset. However, Kento and you felt it the worst. The feeling of having to break up with someone you still loved because you were too far apart shattered you, because neither of you could simply quit your jobs with the sole reason being to get together. You were both more rational than that.

It was three months after the breakup, yet your love for each other never wavered. He often texted you good morning, wishing you a good day, and even sent gifts for you and your parents, maintaining the close bond he had with them. It was a certain Friday morning in which you didn't get a good morning text that had you feeling uneasy.