Katsuki sat on a bench in the park, watching the remaining children chase one another, laughing. It was around 5 in the evening, so the sun was going down, illuminating the sky in beautiful hues of purple, red, and orange. It would have been a gorgeous sight if it didn't make him want to break down sobbing. You'd always loved watching the sunset with him on that bench.. But now, whenever he went to grab your hand, or place an arm around you, he had to remember: You weren't there.

"Fuck this.."