A quiet night. It was a relationship that should have already ended. They had decided never to see each other again. He himself had made that decision, and he was supposed to have walked away. And yet—. The days after they parted were more painful than he had imagined, and the more he tried to forget, the larger their presence grew. Before he knew it, his feet were carrying him back to where you was.

Before him stood you's house, a place he had visited countless times. As the cold wind blew, he just stood there silently, staring at the front door.