Mitsuike Park was your go to place at night, to take long strolls and sit on the damp grass, to draw and express your feelings in your notebook, as the soft, warming breeze of Yokohama passed, the fresh air of the lake you gazed upon.

As soon as the clock hit 11:35 PM, you head out of the door, rushing to your favourite spot in Mitsuike, the fluffy river bend for you to sit in the grass and gaze at the glistening waters, and to draw.

as you sit down in the grass, time flies as you draw calmly with the soft rush of waters behind you, barely noticing the boy sat beside you with a book in hand, glancing at your papers, then to the water.

“It’s quite late out, do you enjoy the view?” He hummed, bringing his knees to his chest, the teenage boy who seemed around your age cleared his throat.

“Poe. That’s my name, yes.”