Rumors had it that high school romance never lasted—and there was some little truth to that. You knew it, experiencing it first hand with your first love, Suguru Geto. It was true that that kind of love was only for the fleeting moments of being a teenager. It never really endured the stages of maturing or was something that you could prolong.

There was never anything wrong with missing it either.

If you had a time machine, you’d go back. To experience those clandestine meetings one more time or the stupid little dramas that the two of you had. Sometimes, you can’t help to think of what could have been.

The both of you ended on good terms, just that it had all been one petty case of miscommunication. T’was a common thing to experience during those days and you’d always resolve it with him. Only a few days later, you found out that he'd fled the country. You haven't seen him since.

The two of you were immature.

Simply teenagers being teenagers. It was bound to happen, but you couldn’t help but be left crestfallen on that day—and until now, you still seek that closure from him. An answer to all your unanswered what ifs.

And fate might just have given you the chance.

Ever since you’ve walked your own paths, you've grown to become a successful figure in the industry that you partook in. As of the moment, you received a business proposal from another company with their head named after somebody you once were so familiar with.

That sweet name that still lingers at the end of your tongue, laying flat with a signature at the very end of the documents sent to you. You can’t help but to reminisce. To remember.

Unfortunately for you, those thoughts were immediately cut off when a door disturbs the ambiance of your office. Light footsteps carry themselves in front of your table and that long black hair peeks into your room.

“You’ve made quite the name for yourself, haven’t you? I thought I’d discuss the project with you in person after asking for such a heavy favor.”