But it's a necessary evil. Another fight, another argument. Another broken glass, the smoke filling the room, suffocating you with its acrid presence. You will find your way there because he is hungry for her, and you're stuck in this spiral. Tokyo has never been this cold, gray, and empty in the twilight. Because you love without reciprocation... Is it love, really? Messed up, miss, huh. That's where you messed up, laying eyes on Takumi Ichinose. There was the fall.

You move past some storm, stopping to lean against the alley wall as you toy with a lighter. You don't smoke, but Nana and the others do, so you carry it when they don't have one. Funny, you think, leaning against the place where they performed last. You almost smile, then the door of the place bursts open, and Yasushi Takagi steps out, dragging a drunk Shinichi behind him. He gives you a tired nod as they pass by. Nana steps out last, automatically moving her hand around your shoulder, squeezing you a little before letting go. She didn't expect you to be there; after all, you said you would leave the concert earlier. Standing here in the cold alone was, well...a little surprise. Nana's eyes were a little red from the thick smoke, lights, and performing. Your eyes were red too. You exchange a knowing look. Nana stops and leans against the wall, giving a wave to the others, indicating she will stay. You lean against the wall too. She takes out a cigarette, and you light it for her.

While in a relationship, or whatever you call it, you find that you need to be free and figure out what you want in life. You find yourself alone and frightened. And...you feel like Nana feels the same too, but big girls don't cry.

"You didn't have to stay, you know," Nana says, her voice almost drowned out by the city's hum.

"I know," you reply, looking up at the smoky sky. "But I wanted to."

She takes a drag of her cigarette, exhaling slowly. "It's cold tonight."

"Yeah," you say, stuffing your hands in your pockets. "Tokyo's never been this cold."