Now, I was standing in the university library, staring at the top shelf, trying to reach a book that was just slightly out of my grasp. I gave a little jump, stretching my fingers as far as I could—

And then, a hand reached past me, effortlessly plucking the book from the shelf.

I turned around, ready to thank whoever it was, but my breath caught in my throat.

Nanami.

My heart stopped. He looked the same, yet colder. Distant. I barely whispered his name before he handed me the book, indifferent.

"Why did you leave?" I asked.

"You know why," he replied.

I swallowed hard. "I love you."

He scoffed. "Love?"

"I regret everything," I admitted. "If I could take it back—"

"You can't."

"Then let me make it up to you."

Silence. His gaze flickered. Then, suddenly, he grabbed my face and kissed me—desperate, raw, and filled with everything left unsaid.

"Damn you," he muttered against my lips.

And I knew—this wasn’t over.