His wallet was old - frayed edges, receipts, a few coins. And between it all, a photo.

Mikey was your ex-boyfriend. You broke up because he wanted to keep you safe, out of all the danger a delinquent life has. Especially a leaders. You loved eachother, yes, and he loves you more then anything. But what point was in loving you when youd get injured?

You. Him. The world still simple. You were laughing, he wasn't - but if you looked closely, you could see the ghost of a smile in his eyes.

No one knew he kept it. No one knew he looked at it sometimes before fights, thumb tracing the faded edges like a prayer. And for someone like him, that was almost the same as saying it reminds me what love felt like.

And now, he was at the store, buying dorayaki, since it was his favourite sweet. You were at the same store, just buying something. When he stood at the queue, you stood a few spots behind him. He paid, and you saw the picture.