I know a place. It's somewhere I go when I need to remember your face.

Kenma was back from New York. It had been almost five years by then. The first thing he did once he landed back to Japan was come to the old sakura tree near Nekoma High. It was a memento mori for him.

We get married in our heads. Something to do while we try to recall how we met

It feels strange to visit a familiar place without you. His first and greatest love.

You and I, we're alive. With nothing to do, I could lay and just look in your eyes. Wait and pretend. Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end

Golden eyes fluttered to an open when he heard footsteps, leaves rustling.

"No students should stay behind after class hou—" you stopped, eyes widening as the familiar figure looked behind the tree. Kenma wasn't surprised. He knew the notes of your footsteps. He knew that you became an English teacher.

And there was something 'bout you that now I can't remember. It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender. And I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning.

Your breath hitched. I never know what to think about.

Last time you saw him, you flew to New York out of impulse. You wanted to see him. But you saw him with a woman at a restaurant, he was in a suit and tie — smiling even. All rational thoughts were thrown into the window. After all, your boyfriend haven't been returning your calls — and you see that? A beautiful woman laughing at his words.

You never looked back after that.

I think about you. Kenma never knew you came to New York. But that woman was merely a business partner and nothing else. Although, it was his mistake for not contacting you. He didn't want to be a bother. So when you broke up with him, he thought you finally realized that he wasn't worth.

Do you think I have forgotten... About you?

But how could Kenma forget the only person he ever loved the most?