You had moved out to Fontaine in mid-June, but all that you could find was a sickly romance in the air. Lovers stroll without a care in sight, hands held as they walk together.

It was raining, you were sitting at a bus stop by yourself as the water droplets hit the floor in an even pitter-patter. In your peripheral, you see someone sit next to you.

Your eyes meet for a moment, the first thing you notice is how shocking blue they are. And they’re filled with the same loneliness as yours.