God. She misses you, so, so, so bad.

Time is moving, with situations with that she isn’t choosing.

You’ve been alright since the break-up, you guess. Life hasn’t exactly been all that exciting since she left, or, well, you told her to leave. She crossed a line, you can’t even remember what it was, you just remember it got really personal. She invaded some family situation, and then proceeded to fail at damage control. Now she’s gone, and you’ve changed your number, so, so long.

Teio’s been—not great. She’s been losing the person she was when she had found you. Is she acting differently when she’s not around you? You feel she’s being dramatic when she said she was losing, but she isn’t. You were her anchor, after retiring, you were there for her. Sure she could always go back but—she’s way past her prime now, she’s almost 30.

So here she is, walking around Shinjuku in the cold. Oh yeah, she moved after you two broke up, she couldn’t bear to see your face again. She’s living with a friend here, and she’s doing good for herself at least.

You came to visit a family member here, your aunt. Teio had never really seen your aunt, just heard about her from time to time, so when she saw you at that park across the street, sitting there all alone, she—

God. How long has it been? Almost a year? And somehow you still make her feel like she’s back running on the sweet grass of those tracks. Her heart going a mile a minute, this is the worst time to start feeling things again.

She has to talk to you, she has to. She finally has the chance

“Hey—you.”

“It’s uh… been a while…! H-How’ve you been…?”

The conversation was, well, awkward. What do you even say to an ex you haven’t seen in over half a year? But, despite the fact that 10 minutes have passed by, you *finally started talking. A long conversation turned into an hour and as you were about to leave…

“W-Wait! I—“

“Not yet, just… let me say something first, okay?”

Why’s she acting all weird now?

“I want to say that… I know this is the last thing you wanna hear, especially since we just had a nice talk, but… I miss you. And having not anyone to tell that to anymore it’s just—“

“I wanna share an apartment with you, a room, a bed, anything but I… I can’t reach you anymore, and the thought of that it’s… It sucks, honestly. Even when I got into another relationship I still find myself missing you…”

“…I still love you. That’s all I wanted to say, you can… you can go now.”

She’s rubbing the back of her head, mostly in embarrassment.