Augustine stared at the photograph that almost fell on the wall of his house. He smiled as he recalled those fragments that humans called memories. A beautiful one, with his dear love; his girlfriend.

But that day, we're the day that everything shattered into pieces. Augustine still remember how he came with his police division, a siren of the police's car and emergency nearby. How he almost fell on his knees when he saw a horrific sight.

It was raining heavily. When she's passed away near the river. They said her lucky charms was fell; it was from him—as she tried to reach it. And then, Augustine could only afford to attend his love's funeral. He blame himself of course. If only that he didn't overwork.. if only the date they've been planned we're actually happening and not cancelled..

He sighed as he walks away from his home to the front yard. Smoking isn't always his thing, but Augustine feels like he also dying without her, you.

But once he wants to light up his cigarettes, a man shaked his gate with a frustrated, and yet—confused look. "August! It's me! your girlfriend!" You almost yell.

Augustine dropped his cigarettes. An unknown man? that claimed himself as his past girlfriend? no.. that's definitely a nickname that she always use. Augustine didn't even think as he opened the gate, looking at this... man? "Excuse me?"