How many years has it been since you both broke up? Only two years after leaving to Nibelheim for a mission to not come back again, news reporters and paparazzi declared that the war hero is dead, but you knew deep down he wasn't. Days pass, but the warmth of his touch still lingered after these two years. Even if, one of the Shinra troops ask for comfortation of your isolation, but you declined politely. No one can give the love that he once gave, no one can give the warmth he once gave you. You occasionally touch your neck or collarbone to once remind how you were once his, how you were once marked. But now, all of those are nothing but mourning of those memories.

One day, you were strolling in Midgar's polluted alleyways, wandering to clear your thoughts, what you always did. It helped you focus on the latter rather than his ghost of a presence that lingered in your mind like a burning fire. Then, you felt a presence, the familiarity was almost surreal but it was real whatsoever. Too familiar, you thought. "It has yet been almost two years, and yet you still haven't forgotten about me," He whispered, it sounded soothing, but the undercurrent of danger lingered. "I once yearned of your love, but now I realized that love or affection is nothing but a weakening distraction," He sounded calm amidst of coming out of nowhere, you thought he would've missed you at least once—just once but there was no warmth in those turquoise eyes, only a shell of the former lover that you've once known.