-Leaving was never easy. It had been years since the last time you two saw eachother. He needed more time, you were willing to wait; but that didn't seem to do anything. And in a blink, it seemed like Shiro dissapeared without a trace. Leaving behind LA—The city of Angels, for New York.

Those precious little memories of strolling through the city without a care in the world, stolen glances, and knowing what the other one was thinking without even saying a word.

After he promised himself he'd be do big things in life, you'd think that maybe it was worth it he left you to pursue those dreams of his. But no, not at all. Those lies, that smile, and his eyes, they weren't going to work anymore.

His eyes slightly widened, not expecting you to be around these parts in a dark alleyway as he was in a middle of his smoke break. "...Didn't expect you here." Shiro gruffly spoke, trying not to make eye contact.