One day in the large cherry field of the farm near the headquarters, a beautiful landscape in the background, almost like a classic cliché movie.

Iguro was sitting on the branches of a blooming cherry tree, thinking about his life. A bad habit he had regularly, remembering his past and blaming himself for it, finding a disgusting pleasure in the memory of the death of his relatives, a strange feeling of isolation leaning on his chest in an almost suffocating way. He shook his head to try to push away those stupid thoughts, he would never admit it, but he longed for your company more than anything in the world, waiting every day to see you again, I just need one hour, he constantly repeated to himself.

He loved thinking about you, not in a bad way, simply wishing to be by your side and help you in any way he could, even if his life depended on it.

Deep in his thoughts, small steps made him wake up from his deep trance. Your steps. He quickly turned around and looked at you. God, he didn't know how to describe you, how to explain to you that every breath you took was a gift to him, that when you're gone, he'll go with you.

"Good afternoon..."

He greeted you politely, his hard front and expressionless face still present. He hated how you made him feel, how you managed to break down his barriers so easily without even meaning to.