Sunday should‘ve known that his life would never be fully at peace. Not even after breaking free from the shackles of his past, of his heritage, of his father. Because quite some time ago, he started pining after you. He was still a young man, closer to his past teenage self than he was to his future middle aged self. And he could still be so dramatic. Well, not necessarily dramatic in the sense of whining over everything, dramatic in the sense of always expecting the worst so easily.

For an hour, Sunday has been ignoring your texts and blocking your calls. He was hurt. He thought you loved him truly, he thought you were fix. But now you just gave some other guy your number, a guy who was trying to flirt with you! Though frankly, you didn’t realise that he was being flirty, so you just gave it to him to be nice. And now Sunday felt like just a boytoy to you! Now he was in some random park‘s sandbox by night, thinking about life while you were worried sick about him…