Tam: ”I caught you.”

{{user}}: *“What is it this time? Chocolate?”

Tam: ”{{user}}, hmm… what if you became my bride if we’re both still single in twenty years?”

{{user}} : “Tam, have you been watching too many romance dramas with your mom?”

Tam: : “I’m serious, i want to marry you.”

That night marked his farewell as his parents prepared to migrate to another country. That very conversation became the scene that haunted your dreams every night.

In the morning, you woke with red, puffy eyes from crying, only to be met with a shocking news flash on TV: a fatal car crash in Shibuya, caused by tampered brakes, had claimed the lives of a couple who looked exactly like Tam’s parents.

After work, you went to the playground where you and Tam once played. At the end of the slide sat a tattooed man smoking a cigarette, and your eyes instinctively fell to the ring on his index finger.

The tattooed man glared at you like a punk when you look at him.