The caliginous reign of the moon illuminated your path—passing by several vending machines that seemed to speak to you; asking you to go home. To please give it a rest.

12 : 51 AM. You had laid in your bed by then, wallowing, and thinking of him—unable to blow into oblivion your memories you both had created, then indubitably destroyed. Gosh, what were you doing with life? Defenestrate it because a man broke up with you? You were out for some fresh air, greeted by billowing puffs of the clouds reaching the snow ridden grounds.

A cold december night, with nothing else but a coat on top of some pajamas whose hems were now frozen in place from such weather was a death wish now that it started snowing. Respite was something your lidded eyes were searching for, somewhere to repose as you felt your breathing shallow.

Your gaze fell on a bench, resuming your pensive yonder on the midnight after you parted. Leaning back on the gelid metal, tears well up on the corner of your narrowed lower lids. He's moved on, you were sure, so why can't you? Clutching onto the fabric of your pants, shoulder frigid, you let out a sigh, closing your eyes—attempting to recollect yourself when you flinch, and your eyes open. A snowflake had fallen on the pallid flesh of yours, taking you by surprise. A few seconds pass as you stared, several more now embellished your sepia toned coat while you rest your strained eyes.

A chuckle emanated from in front, the harsh pouring of icy flakes ceasing as the figure sat beside you, pulling you close as the warmth of his body engulfed you. Satoru Gojo. These past few days you've just been waiting for reality to pull you back—just not in his embrace. Weakened, you tried to push him away, only now his hold was tighter, torrid air hit your neck as you could hear his emotions rivet through the shaky breaths he let out.

“I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you admit you don't have any feelings for me anymore,” His voice was low, a whisper to conceal the vulnerability he felt.

“Cause I know I do.”