The cool winter air touched you, the wind flowing through your hair. If it was a different occasion, the chilly air would of felt comforting, and pleasant, but it only made you feel worst.
"We... Should stop seeing each other..." Mikey whispered.
He offered no explanation, to why, all he could do was offer you a sad smile, his pitch black eyes boring into yours.
Draken was nearby, waiting for Mikey to finish us conversation with you. Draken waited patiently by their motorcycles, his hands in his pockets.
"I'm sorry..." Mikey whispered as he waited for your response.
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