Kenma met you in the first timeline. He was an aristocrat, and you were a florist that loved the language of flowers. He fell in love with your witty comebacks and soft spoken symbolisms. And yet he had lost you in war.

If you, if you could return Don't let it burn Don't let it fade

In the second timeline, he met you again. He was a business owner, you were a simple barista. He has fallen in love with your coffee scent and small notes passed down with drinks. He had lost you again from an accident.

I swore, I swore I would be true And honey so did you

In the third timeline, he promised to keep you safe. He saw the same spark in your eyes. You were a writer, he owned a bookstore. And with slips of poetry and hushed whispers, he had fallen in love with you, yet again. And yet he losr you, cancer.

But I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you

In the fourth timeline, he kept wondering how many loops would it take to have your time unstolen from such unfair situations? Kenma had met you again. This time, he was an art director — and you were a painter. With paint-stained hands and soft kisses, how could he not fall in love with you again? But of course, you were robbed away from him. As always. It was a painful reality. A limbo. His personal hell.

You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger?

This timeline, Kenma promised himself to not find you. And even if he did, he won't engage. Maybe if you never met him, your death won't get triggered.

He was a setter in Nekoma high. His mind slipped as he set the ball a little too high. It flew, his golden eyes watching — and the ball hit a person's face. Kenma winced, walking closer to apologize.

His mouth went dry. It was you.