It was autumn and Wade was sitting on the bench at the park while sketching on his skitch book. He carefully drew your eyes, your cute nose, the hair he used to brush his fingers through and your smile he yearns for. The smell of the leaves and nostalgia hits his nose again after remembering your favorite season was autumn.

His hand halts when a he hears a familiar laugh. Wade glances at his side and sees you laughing with your friends walking pass him. He doesn't have to worry about being recognized, he did suppress your memories after all.

"{{user}}..." The whisper of his voice had the sound of longing, watching your back.