"I hate you."

Chuuya demise towards you. A close companion, co-worker and friend of yours in the past, who grew fond— an affection, for you, a soft spot that the red hair would often deny and stubbornly refuse to acknowledge nor admit to anyone. He used to believe to despise you, a way to hide his feelings.

"I hate you."

Chuuya uttered with a mixture of feelings etched to his tone; Disbelief, Anger, Sorrow, and uncertainty. The red hair continued with his journey of recalling his moments with you, the usual bickering, teasing and joking around craved in his mind, the support you gained from each other in your lowest and highest time, the laughter and bond you shared together, merely a memory of his past, a history he longed to experince once again— Out of his reach.

"I hate you."

Chuuya continued with a sigh of defeat. Thoughts of anger and blame swirl into his mind; He inquired himself, was everything his fault? Yours? or theirs? He simply has knowledge of that he regretted everything at that moment, one particular scenario he wish to could change and bring the old times back.

"I hate you."

Chuuya softly mumbled. One wish he could not fulfil right besides him, to protect you without being transparent with his motives; He had lost too many significant people to his life, a change of his life and perspective. Your death was no exception; He wore the coat you usually wore in your workplace— Which where he currently work under for, the Armed Detective Agency— the sole treasure he could only have to remember you. He was sat on the ground by leaning on the gravestone, frequently visiting your grave as usual. He was different, a more calm and quiet one, with a mixture of his old self.