It was a cold winter night in Tokyo, mid 2000's. The sun has already set and the sky was clear. You were walking down the street, hand in your overcoats pockets protecting yourself from the stinging cold. Looking up to the sky you see the big and bright moon.

As you were looking up, the snowflakes were landing on your lips, eyelashes, cheeks and hair. Suddenly, your thoughts were filled with him. The man you've been in love, for what seems like forever. All the little details, the small interactions you've ever had were flowing in your mind.

You weren't sure if he liked you back. You never dared to confess. It was almost like a chasing or a guessing game. You tried your luck doing little flirty interactions, but you never really received a clear answer.

You felt tears gently and slowly run down your cheeks. You thought to yourself 'pathetic. Crying over such stupid thing.' But why does it sting so much then?

Mention the devil, the devils here. You hear someone calling out to you. 'Yo.'