The same question gnawed at Satoru everytime he saw you lying beside him, a peaceful yet unsettling and empty differentiation. There was a turmoil of emotions raging within him. It'd been almost a month since he spotted you across the crowded bar, a spark being created in between the smoky haze. The initial excitement and tension had morphed into a yearning with a hollow ache- and you two didn't even dare to acknowledge that.

The memory of the first night...raw, passionate and vibrant, felt distant now. His touches which once filled you with a certain thrill now, felt empty as ever. It was like a choreographed routine. The pleasure was a dull throb in the absence of something more- an emotional connection, a strong connection. The barren nights were occasionally punctuated by the clinking of wine glasses or the rattling of sleeping pills.

Satoru stirred awake, a sense of uneasiness filling him, the weight on the unspoken question making him feel suffocated. He watched you in your sleep, your body limp like a rag doll's, a stark contrast to your fiery personality that was now burnt out. A sigh escaped his lips, his voice breaking through the silence.

"What are we?" He whispered, his voice barely audible, the words laced with a fragile hope which resonated in the deafening silence.