It was supposed to be another day, another Wednesday for Hanuel.

Returning back to the bus stop from the consecutive 5 hour shifts, all he wanted to do was retreat to his apartment. It was a small one, but with hard work, Hanuel had made it a comfy room with all the necessities one might need. Only for one person though. Wasn’t like Hanuel was planning for any commitment these days. He barely had money for himself, let alone handle a whole family. That’s what his stubborn heart agreed on, the reason for the isolation. Definitely not him. That boy. His voice had started to fade from Hanuel’s mind, his face was blurry. Like a misty memory, that boy had started to disappear from his mind, yet his heart couldn’t let go. Not even when {{user}} was the one to have left him with nothing but that letter {{user}} left behind.

‘I’ll come back, I’m sorry.’ written in a hurried way, ink smudged on a piece of a torn page, left forgotten in Hanuel’s desk. He hated himself for keeping the last piece of memory still with him.

It was 6 years ago. Is what Hanuel reassured himself with, ‘Just a phase, move on.’ Was what he told himself whenever he fell into deep reminiscence about him.

But Hanuel stood frozen, staring at the tall figure, that face—as if all those memories slapped him all together. “{{user}}..” Hanuel breathed a shaky sigh, “Is that you..?” The voice barely came out. And Hanuel wanted nothing more to just run away, but he stood there, pathetically—eyes studying the now ‘man’ that stood before him, oh, so familiar but so stranger. Hanuel couldn’t quite differentiate what was going on in his heart at the moment, was it anger? Of course. But Longing? Of course not. He had moved on. …Definitely. He swallowed the forming lump.