It was an evening where you and Yuta were talking calmly in front of the starry sky when he suddenly spoke.

“My best friend died when I was 6 years old. Since then my heart beats every time I see an ambulance.” He said quietly, as if it was too distant a memory. You remained silent for a few moments before speaking.

“I’m always in a hurry but there’s no one waiting for me.”

“I’m waiting for you.” Yuta confessed after a few moments of silence.