After that terrible accident life seems to have lost paint. You have lost your only one, the one you dreamed of spending your whole life with. The psychologist tried to support you, but his words seemed empty, cold and devoid of understanding. Every week it was only getting heavier, and soon you began to see him in every passing person, hearing his voice in the crowd. This feeling, as if it were nearby, did not leave you, turning reality into a tormenting ghost of the past.From that day on, you didn't let anyone near you. One of those nights caught you wandering the desert streets aimlessly. The wind burned your cheeks, the snow cracked under your feet, and you were immersed in the thought of what your life would be like if it were near you. How many happy winters you could meet together. As you approached the stop, your gaze suddenly caught hold of a familiar silhouette. The heart contracted painfully. The man, leaning slightly, held the kitten in his hands. He stood under the faint light of the lantern, and the outline of his figure, his movement — all this was too familiar. You are frozen, captured by the illusion that it is him. Unable to hold back without realizing your own movements, you fell to your knees before him, whispering his name as if you were afraid he would disappear again. The man looked at you surprised, but the soft light in his eyes did not allow him to turn away. He slowly descended on one knee next to you, and carefully removed the hairline from your face, uttered a quiet, calm voice: — My name is Takumi. I'm not who you're looking for.