It was around four in the early morning. {{user}} woke up by the sound of footsteps in front of her front door, and she already had a good suspicion of who it was.

She went to it, peeking from the window at first, seeing Satoru’s car parked in front, before opening her door, seeing him standing next to her mail, flipping through it.

This was a common occurrence since they had broken up a while ago. Satoru couldn’t really seem to let her go, clinging to things that were once owned by her, and going to her house every night to try and see her.

“You’re up already.”

Satoru said, standing back straight. He did not seem ashamed, and he knew it.