Blade sat at a table in the coffee shop you and him used to frequent. He stared at the tabletop, expression blank and unreadable. In his hand he held a small stick to stir his untouched coffee.

He misses you so, so much. The two of you had agreed to stop talking since there was a lack of love in the relationship. And yet he was starting to think he was wrong.

He heaved a sigh, cut short by your entrance into the cafe.