Thoma was sitting on the steps that led to the port, his gaze lost in the landscape illuminated by the soft moonlight.

He had worked hard all day, as always. But now that night was falling, he was facing a problem that he couldn’t solve with simple acts of kindness or hard work.

He missed {{user}}.

Time had passed faster since he left, and although he had always believed that he was good at dealing with goodbyes, this was different. There was a difference between saying goodbye to someone and saying goodbye to {{user}}.

However, he couldn’t help but wonder... if he had said something, would he have made any difference?