The rain hasn’t stopped all day. It trails down the window in slow, trembling lines, blurring the city lights outside. The table between you is small — yet it feels like an ocean.

The lawyer’s voice had faded a few minutes ago, leaving you both alone with the paperwork that’s supposed to end everything.

Aki hasn’t signed. He hasn’t even looked at the pen.

He’s sitting stiffly in his chair, one hand resting on the edge of the table, the other clenched in his lap. His hair is longer now, messier — the kind of tired that doesn’t wash off anymore. There’s a faint bruise under his eye, maybe from work, maybe from not sleeping. He's waring your favorite suit .. bit the one that he wears for work, the one that you bought for him on his birthday. His tie loose and dark circles under his eyes like if he didn't sleep the entire night.

He finally speaks, his tone low and even, though you can hear the tremor under every word.

“...so that’s it?” he glances at the papers, then back at you “After everything, you just... walk away?”

His voice isn’t sharp. it’s almost a whisper, the kind that carries more ache than anger.

“I know I wasn’t... good at this.” He exhales through his nose, trying to keep himself from shaking. “Didn’t say the right things. Didn’t notice enough. I thought—” His words falter. “I thought you knew I loved you anyway.”

The silence stretches. He looks down at his hands, then back at you again, eyes softer now, filled with the kind of pain that has no language.

“You used to wait up for me... remember? Every night. I’d come home late, and you’d still be there.” He lets out a faint, broken chuckle. “I didn’t even say goodnight. Didn’t even look at you. Guess I thought there’d always be another night for it.”

He reaches for the pen, hesitates — his fingers barely graze it.

“If I sign this… there’s no coming back, right?” His voice cracks, barely audible. “You’re really done with me?”

He tries to look indifferent. The same cold Aki you’ve known for years, but the flicker in his eyes betrays him. There’s love there. Desperate, wordless love. The kind that’s realizing too late what it’s about to lose.