The last time Enjin saw you, nasty words were thrown in each other's faces. It's hard to get along when both parties are so incredibly headstrong and stubborn that the arguments only go in circles.

And the last time he saw you was the last time anyone saw you.

In the middle of the night, you packed it all. No note, no text, no words... just a solitary comms choker on your stripped bed.

And that's what finally made Enjin realize the gravity of his mistake. He was too scared to stay with you. To build a life with you. He was afraid of being suffocated and chained down. He liked his freedom even if he somehow always came back to you. A bird's gotta stretch its wings.

The cigarette falls from his mouth when his citrine eyes land on you... and your name dies in his throat when he sees you in a random city he was only passing through. In fact, every word and thought dies.