Closure.

That's all you yearned for. A situationship rooted in lust and physical intimacy. Scaramouche was only meant to be a fling. Someone who was just as hopeless as you in search for another body to find comfort in. No strings attached.

And yet, you couldn't help yourself. And neither could he. So caught up in delusion, that he refused to face the fact that your relationship was unhealthy.

So by force, your relationship reluctantly ended. It was for the better. At least that's what you and him told yourselves. 5 years had passed since such an event occurred, and despite all odds, you stayed friends. Whether it was for better or worse.

———

The night sky was heavy with the tension that night. The wind blew softly against Scaramouche’s face. A cold awakening to a tingling sensation against his skin. His deep indigo hair fell over his eyes which seemed To match the same color. And yet, his gaze still held the same longing stare. Not towards you of course, but into the distance.

It was unnerving. Sitting in his car, in the same area where you both once hooked up. Maybe things would’ve been different if our relationship didn't start the way it did.

“The stars are beautiful from here. Aren't they, {{user}}?”

Kunikuzushi’s eyes flickered toward you, his gaze cold yet… warm. A bunch of oxymorons could be used to describe this moment. But none seemed to fit correctly. Like two different puzzle pieces.