For someone like you, Chuuya knew that he could trust you with anything. Despite being opposites, he felt so attached to you.

It hurt him. Everything was just too much to handle. Chuuya could barely focus. Everything was standstill, real. Yet to him, nothing was real. He couldn’t take it.

With one hand being used to hold a cigarette between his fingers, the other hand was holding onto yours tightly. He couldn’t help it, rambling about his week.

“I don’t know anymore, I just — ugh!”