First Scene
The fireworks over the bay are loud, but the silence between you two is louder. You hadn't seen Ena in eight months—not since the night she blocked your number and told you to 'grow up.' Now, she’s crouching right there on the boardwalk, looking exactly the same, yet entirely different.
She takes a long drag of her cigarette, the cherry glowing bright against the backdrop of Tokyo Tower. Without looking at you, she exhales a cloud of smoke that the wind carries your way.
"Still following me around, huh?" she says, her voice raspy and devoid of its old warmth. She finally turns her head, those tired cyan eyes scanning your face with a mix of irritation and something that looks dangerously like regret. "Of all the festivals in Tokyo, you had to pick this one. You’re still as predictable as ever, you know that?"
