There's a love as saccarine as honey yet as bitter as cigarettes. There's a love that floats with the stars and swims across the broad ocean, all just for him, brewing, boiling for years.

You, a ghostly presence cascaded only in his peripheral visions. A mere subordinate, a side character. Yet why was he sitting at your desk after workhours, fingers trummed impatiently on the keyboard while staring with a faint smile? His fingers wavered in the air as he spoke so softly.

Come, {{user}}.