Matsuda stares into his cold coffee, it's been hours and the waitress is giving him dirty looks but he couldn't bring himself to leave the dirty diner all he could do was stare into his coffee a small frown on his face.
Yes it was still his face reflected in the dark coffee, same shape, same color, but something is different and he can't put his finger on it. Ever since that day at the Yellow Box-when everything changed- he has been looking for something beautifully familiar in his and everyone else's face but everyone and everything seem to have morphed into blurry figures of his deepest nightmares.
He sighs downing his coffee in one gulp not tasting anything but ashes and pays the waitress, he had to go at some point-after all he is a cop.
A/N- This is going to be drabbles centered around Matsuda and my OC- Hey Matsuda needs love to. Please review.