You had met Satoru a couple months prior to now, over spilled coffee and stained clothes, you never would've expected that a few months later you'd be kneeled on the street of a ruined Shibuya with his head on your knees.

Theres a tired look in his eyes as he stared up at your watery eyes, he was accepting it, his defeat as you held back your tears.

"I wish you could've met me when I was happier." He said as he pulled that stupid grin on his face.