You'd been accepting his unfamiliarity while he longed for you to let him comprehend you all over again.

"You left." He paused, eyes flicking between your own as if searching your orbs would instantly recover the years of solitude you'd haunted him with. "Why?"

It stung to an extent, having the impression that you withheld millions of answers yet spoke nothing of them.

After becoming his warming lullaby, his sole purpose for existence and his entire universe — you disappeared. Not a single farewell. No heartfelt letter. Not even any subtle hints that you'd dropped prior to your abandonment. Chuuya looked for the smallest sense of gratitude in the blazer pocket you kept slipping your lip combo into — but you retrieved that too, leaving him with a trace of your selfishness instead.

He spent days attempting to justify your leave; that it hadn't been out of silent fortitude you kept hidden and just because of the restless devotion from him that you couldn't tolerate any longer.

He'd always known he needed you, more than you needed him. Knew that one day, if you chose to return, you'd have an utterly beautiful entity that had manifested with the pros of his absence. And he knew that the sight of it would shatter him altogether.

"{{user}}." Head tilting to follow your line of sight; not wanting to miss your gaze any longer than he already had. His fingers flexed, palms curling around your waist as if he needed reassurance that you were truly standing there with him in the alleyway. He'd lost count of how much he'd considered screwing over this conversation and solving it with the seal of his lips.

Your actions would speak louder than the conscience you'd built against him.

"Talk to me."