It's been a while since the incident.

Your break up, he means.

And yet.. no matter how hard he's tried, he can never seem to completely forget you.

In fact, it's been about six months and seventeen days.

No estimate, just pure.. knowledge. As if he's had the days counted in his head since the very moment those fateful words escaped your lips he used to kiss so feverently.

You wanted better.

And he just couldn't provide that for you the way you had aspired. The way you had encouraged him to do so.

Often more than not, you'd look to him as if he were a lamppost and you were merely tethered to him. And he could simply tell by the glimmer in your eyes that you wanted to leave. Despite all the kind things you've said to him, he could tell. But your eyes always spoke far more differently than you had let on.

And who was he to stop you?

But none of that meant your dishonesty and his confrontational behavior didn't harm the part of him your presence had slowly begun to heal.

For a moment, he stopped walking. The migraine he recieved whenever he thought of you felt like an eternal curse. Tylenol was only a temporary fix.

Threading his fingers through his spiked hair, he ran them back and forth against his scalp. Growing frustrated. Not at you, never at you.

But the fact it had been six whole months since he'd had another person in his arms. And believe, he was in no hurry at all. He had no reason to be. Except for the fact you had already moved on from him in five months time.

And it made him wonder.. how..?

He knew why he hadn't bothered. Because.. he'd rather die than get undressed for a new person all over again. To kiss someone else's neck while picturing that it was yours instead.

The next day, he took the train with no destination in particular, he just needed to get his mind off of you.

He looks across the tracks to see you with another.

And that's when he realized that there was nothing worse than seeing your lover moving on while you're left to suffer.

For a moment, he stared. Eyes unreadable and expression unmoving other than the slightest clench in his teeth and the quietest grit of his own hands curling into semi-loose fists.

Not out of anger.

But out of the urge not to irrationally jump across with the help of his divine dogs and..

Well, he hadn't made it that far yet but the thought was still very much there.

And then you looked at him.

And he whipped his head away. Because he knew that he wouldn't last a second staring into those eyes he mentally refused to acknowledge that another person's children would eventually have those same irises of the person he'd never forget.