"Cheers!" Everyone raised their drinks high in the air, and smiles were plastered on their faces as they settled into an idle chatter. The cafe-goers looked at us, wondering what was all the commotion about. I sank into the seat, not wanting to be implicated in this.

"Hey Hikki," Yuigahama spoke from beside me. "Isn't this great?"

I looked at her incredulously. I wondered what was so great about going to a cafe and shouting your presence to everyone who came here — probably for peace and quiet.

Yuigahama just sighed. "I knew it was too good to be true."

"You think," I hissed back at her. My fingers were being numbed as I clutched my drink — a mango shake — tighter.

"I just thought…" her words never reached my ears — she closed her mouth just before she could voice her thoughts out in the open air.

I sighed. Rubbing the back of my head, I turned to face her fully. "I'm not too good with social situations, you know that."

"I know…" her gaze was downcast, but she continued on. "With this being the last day and all… I wanted to spend it with all my friends."

"Well, everyone came to the farewell party," I muttered, gesturing at the festive people on the other tables besides ours.

Yuigahama's fingers tapped on the wooden table. Her amber eyes quietly beseeched me for something, though I don't know what — then giving up, she said, "You're my friend, too, Hikki."

A silence enveloped both of us. It was a silence that only the two of us can feel, can take in. The noise around us was drowned in this quietude, while the only thing we could remotely hear was the sound of ourselves breathing in and out.

I gulped.

I had nothing to reply with.

She turned away, moving to another table as Miura called out to her.

I was left alone at my table.


Sorry for the short drabble. Words just weren't coming out.

I'll try to make it up to y'all by posting something longer. Eventually. Spark's died out though, and this is as much as I could wring out of myself.