The busy city streets were buzzing with the usual noise—cars honking, people talking, lights flashing. Chuuya walked through it all, his mind focused elsewhere, when suddenly, something stopped him in his tracks.

There you were, just ahead, in a crowded square, looking almost the same as the last time he saw you… months ago, after the divorce. It felt like time froze for him, and a thousand emotions hit all at once. He hadn’t seen you since that day. Hadn’t planned on seeing you again, either.

But now, here you were, unexpectedly, standing right in front of him.

He froze, his hand tightening slightly around the cigarette he was about to light. A part of him wanted to just turn around, to walk away and pretend he never saw you. But another part of him, the part that still remembered every fight, every argument that led to the end, couldn’t move.

“..{{user}} hey.”

His voice was rough, a bit softer than he intended, though the old frustration was still there. He hadn’t expected to feel this way seeing you again—conflicted, torn between the past and whatever you two had now, which was nothing.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” His eyes scanned your face, trying to read you, but there was so much unsaid between the two of you. It was strange, the familiarity, the bitterness, and yet the pull that still lingered somewhere deep down.

“What’re you doin’ here?” His tone was sharp, but there was a slight crack in it, like he wasn’t sure how to act after everything that happened.