Part 1

-I wish you wouldn't do that thing

-What thing?

-You know, don't pretend you don't know

But I don't, please I don't

Part 2

Tai Kamiya leaned his left elbow against the wall. A lit cigarette hung between his lips. The sun barred down on his his face. His eyes squinted in the glare. No matter where he positioned himself, he could not escape the glare. The dusty smell of the cigarette mixed with the muggy odour of his greasy hair. It tasted foul. Everything always tasted foul.

Did things have to turn out the way they did? Had he acted another way, could he have changed it all? Was it destined to turn out? Did it have to happen now?

The questions were pointless. He was here. A lit cigarette hung between his lips. There was no chance of changing his position at this time now. Here, he could only be here. There was no other way of being. If he desired to return and to shift the tide he'd been swept into, it was too late. He'd never have the chance. He'd only had the chance once.

She'd been here only moments before. She was gone now, but she had been here at some time. He'd be gone eventually as well. Could not stay in the same place forever, he knew that. Perhaps she would return here and the two of them would be able to move together. But it wouldn't happen. Not now after she had already left. Why come back to a place only to leave it once more?

His weight shifted, slightly. A lit cigarette hung between his lips. Tai Kamiya, that was him. The grey apparitions in the smoke were dancing before his eyes. Such wonderful legs the apparitions had. Red ribbon twirled in streaks around their movements. The red reminded him of the veins hiding in his face. They too wished to dance and to oxidise. To be red was to be beautiful; to be red was to be as her.

He stayed here. It was their place. She had left, but it was still both their place. When she had left it, she had left their place. He could not follow her, for here was the place for the both of them. Wherever she was, there was no place for him. He felt awfully lonely here. He hated it so. He hated himself so.

The apparitions in the smoke slowly dissipated. A lit cigarette hung between his lips. The sharp glare of the sun cut through the grey. As his smoke disapeared, it felt as if a part of him was travelling on.

Soon too, he would travel on. He would leave this place.

The cigarette fell from its resting place. His lips cried. He ached to reach her lips. The lips were so far. Why had he fucked up? How could he have done those things? He knew it was shitty. Now there was no where to move.

The only option was to move from here.

Maybe he should get out of the sun. Without a cigarette the smell was dwindling away. It hurt to stay.

So, resolved, but forever in dismay, he walked away. He moved away from their place. And he would never be able to come back.

Part 3

-It's just the present to show up like this.

-Do you wish it was different? Do you want to keep living in the past?

-I don't know. Maybe? Maybe I do.

But I don't, please I don't

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Author's Note:

A short little story I felt like writing on a whim. I hope you liked it.