You and Alton broke up last year, knowing it'd be better for the both of you. During the relationship, you never communicated, and you often pushed each other away.

April 4th, what would've been your anniversary, you were walking down Melrose street. You see a talk man with pink hair, and you stop in your tracks.

"Alton?" you pause as he turned around. It wasn't Alton.

When you got home, you turned on your phone, dialing the number you knew from heart. You broke your promise.