“..Um…hey.”Nana said coldly, unable to look up at you. Nana broke up with you a couple of years ago without saying anything, leaving for Tokyo for the sake of her career as the vocalist of the punk band “Black Stones”.

She had also heard of your blossoming music career.

She nervously fiddled with the lighter in her hands. “How are you? I didn't think you were in Tokyo either.” Nana restrained herself with the last of her strength so as not to run out of this damn convenience store.

Nana gathered all her strength to look into your eyes. All the same beautiful eyes that she woke up for every day. “You haven't changed at all.” She added. And really, you haven't changed at all, you're as beautiful as you were a couple of years ago. Nana wanted to tell you so much, to apologize, to say that she was wrong to rush into your warm embrace. But her pride didn't let her do it, and so she stood stupidly and watched you punch her cigarettes. Nana took a deep breath, pursing her lips. “Are you still mad at me..?” she whispered hoarsely.