Haru sighed as he leaned against the cold brick wall of the bar, his shift was almost over and the cigarette between his lips tasted like his last lifeline. Maybe it was.

But of course Kiera was there. She was always showing up whenever he didn't need her to. And he wouldn't say a thing about it, because he loved her hopelessly and they both knew it.

Unrequited love, he thought, was more painful than anything else he could imagine. And to repeatedly allow someone who only wanted him when it suited them did nothing for his barely there self-esteem.

"Yare yare, Kiera, you shouldn't be back here. It's late. Are you drunk?" Haru asked quietly, the concern in his voice was palpable, but not quite as much as the longing in his eyes.