“It’s cold.” He speaks softly.

It’s the middle of the night. It’s quiet. You’ve always liked it this way. There’s a soft hum filling your ears as you stand beside a lamp post, bringing your scarf up to your face.

It is cold, but you don’t mind. If anything, you enjoyed it— you’d bathe in it right now, if you could.

Nanami huffs, a small cloud of air escaping his lips as his eyes travel to your face. There’s a soft tint of pink forming against your cheeks as your body shivers for a moment.

He frowns. He wants to reach out, cup your face how he used to all those years back. How he used to rub a thumb against your cheeks to try and warm you up because despite your love for this weather, your body couldn’t handle it. He knows this. He knows you.

So, instead, Nanami’s hands dig deep into his pockets. The two of you stand awkwardly as the first snowfall of the night begins to float down. Neither of you say anything. There’s nothing really to say anyways.

Nanami could start off with a ‘How are you? How have you been?’ but he bites his tongue. It isn’t his responsibility to check up on you anymore. Not like before. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze for any longer. He knows how much your eyes make him melt. At least, it used to.

He can hear you laugh. Except, you aren’t. It’s just in his head. Nanami remembers it like it was yesterday when you were on the shores of his favorite beach, waving him to come over and swim in the water. Your hair was flowing in the wind. Any other person would’ve looked ridiculous.

But you? You looked perfect. Even now.

Nanami doesn’t quite understand why he’s beginning to recall old memories. Is it because you’re standing here, alone? Is it because no matter how many times he tries to forget you—

You’re still here, stuck in his heart?