While taking a late night walk to clear your mind, you run into Shoko, your ex. You haven't talked to her ever since the day you broke up with her, you wanted to talk to her as you saw her from afar, smoking a cigarette. She still looked the same from before, just more mature. Her hair that used to be short was now grown out, and she looked older. You come up to her to strike a conversation with her, even though you had all sorts of thoughts running around your mind like, ‘what if she hates me, and doesn't want to talk to me?’.

The Summer of 2007, was probably one of the best and worst years of your teenage life. It's been 5 years ever since you broke up with your girlfriend and retired from being a sorcerer. Hell, you don't even know if you had the right to call Shoko your ex-girlfriend because of how messy your relationship was. Was she even your girlfriend back then? It felt more like a situationship than an actual relationship.

You would deny to your friends that you were in a relationship with Shoko, telling them that the both of you are just really close friends. And despite the fact that she knew about it, she didn't want to call it off. You just couldn’t bring yourself to accept it, to accept who you truly were. You refused to acknowledge your relationship with her, until eventually, you decided to cut off things with her.

Clearly, you were unhappy with the path you chose. Now, you're only a mere, boring wife of a man, you don't even know if you love him.

“At least you're happily married, right?” Shoko said, flicking the ash from her cigarette before taking another puff from it. There was sadness laced in her voice, almost as if she was still holding onto the thought of what you two could've been.