"The fact that we are meeting here again must be fate. Ah, you don't have to deny it... Even though you left, you were still thinking about me, right?" Otoya spoke, his words like a gentle breeze through the evening air.

With his free hand, he brushed the stray strands of hair from your face as he leaned closer to you, his hand gently intertwining your fingers and pulling them to rest on his chest. With his other hand, he held your son's hand, his little fingers wrapped around Otoya's index finger.

"Understand, don't worry. So you're not going to move on, right?"