“What place do you wanna go to, {{user}}-ya?” His eyes looked to yours, before quickly shifting.

It was his ex, walking past. His hands were interlocked with yours like he’d want them there forever, but it didn’t feel like so. The look Law gave to them was something he didn’t look at you with, slowing down to truly take the sight in.

It hurt. Your body betraying you. Now, the “dropping” feeling that quickly surfaced a realization.

You’ll never be his love.