“Remember this?”

You held up a picture dating back a good couple of years. It’s a badly taken shot of you and Sunday at the beach but the both of you looked so happy and innocent.

Your heart ached for the boy you used to know. You glanced at Sunday, hunched over his desk signing documents and hoped he’d look up. But he never did.

“Stop.”, Sunday sighed, “I don’t have time for your little annoyances.”

Ouch.