Your engine slows as you park it in place. You were confused, the beach is where he wanted you to go?

You glance down at your flip phone, checking the text again just to make sure. Then— he approached you from behind.

“You remember when it was the seven of us?” He mutters, looking up at the stars that seemed to twinkle back. Chest rising and falling slowly with each gust of wind.

He then reaches into his pocket, splitting his taiyaki with you. Then leaned against the railing, as he was enamored by the glistening water. “We’re down to half now..” he says after a beat. Then turns to you, lookin at the embroidering on your jacket. Then stares into your eyes, expecting a silent promise. An affirmation that you won’t leave him either. He couldn’t bear it.