Darkness.
It was pitch-black. Normally, she would've felt terrified, but now? She just felt hollow, empty. Like nothing can ever be frightening to her again.
Like nothing matters anymore.
"(y/n)? (y/n)!" No. Not him. She felt a sudden stab of pain and doubled over, clutching at her chest. A flash of silver hair appeared before her eyes and she shrank back even further into the shadows, even though she was already cloaked in the darkness. "(y/n?) Are you there?" His voice no longer sounded angry, but filled with worry and slightly hoarse, as if he had been shouting for a long time. "(y/n)! Please, come back!"
No, she will never answer that voice again. How many times has she been deceived? How many times has she caught him with another woman? This was the last straw. She had caught them in that restaurant, the very restaurant where they had their first date, and incidentally, their first kiss. He had even pretended not to know her, but it was futile. She'd finally had enough, and plucked up the courage to run away. And it will stay that way, with her invisible to him, crouching in the shadows.
There was a yell of frustration from the silver-haired bomber as he punched the wall next to him, unaware that his fist had missed her only by a few inches. His footsteps, along with his voice, gradually faded into the distance as he walked away, shoulders slumped in defeat as he continued his search with weary sorrow.
She strained her ears and finding not the even the slightest sound, sank to the floor, her head in her hands. Tears escaped from between her fingers and dripped onto the floor as her body wrecked with silent sobs. Why, she thought, am I crying, even though I've won?
But both Hayato and herself know that she's lying. She had lost, yet again.