He walked down the road, finishing his work hours. People sped by and cars drove. To him, everything has been a blur. His life felt like it was stuck in this endless cycle and his body just goes along with the flow.

Oh how he wished he could turn back time and take back everything that was once dear to him.

"Oh! Nanamin!" Nanami turned around, finding Gojo walking towards him as he held two pink bags, and a brown one. Gojo held out a brown one. "Sandwich?"

"Thank you," he said, holding tightly on to the bag. Gojo frowned. The change in Nanami was a lot. He was more withdrawn, too focused on work, and more willing to work extra hours.

"You decided to finish work early today, huh?"

"I'll need my rest."

"It's coming up," Gojo said. Nanami nodded. "Do you think it was worth it?" Nanami sighed.

"No."

They continued to walk the busy streets of Tokyo. People already wore costumes, entering buildings to celebrate. Halloween was coming up. The cold breeze picked up. Gojo shivered, but Nanami felt numb.

"I needed last minute things for tomorrow!" Nanami felt paralyzed. It's been months. The sound of your voice, it made him go weak. Gojo looked ahead and then back to Nanami.

"Should we say hi?" he asked. The two of them took a step to the side, wanting to stay away from view. Nanami watched you stand by the building. You placed your phone back in your purse as you looked through the crowds. A smile appeared on your face. Nanami watched the man wave to you. He hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

Nanami's heart shattered.

"No."

"Let me go to her and—" Nanami held on to the back of his jacket.

"Let her be," Nanami said. He looked at your smile, a smile that always took his breath away. He just wished that your smile was to him. "I want this for her."

Nanami couldn't think straight. The feelings of regret was overwhelming. He couldn't go back home. After Gojo left to see his students again, Nanami continued his aimless walk in Tokyo. His legs finally ached. He sat by the tree, letting the darkness take him in as he watched the busy city.

"God, my shoulders hurt."

He wished life stopped teasing him. There was no way he heard you again. Maybe his thoughts were just too caught up to you. That all he could hear was you.

"Yeah I fell asleep. I know, I need to take it easy with the overtime." When he looked through the crowds, he was sure that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. He found you again, walking closer to where he rested. Except now, he noticed a small cursed spirit weighing your shoulders down. "Yeah everything's done. Everything's moved in. I'm taking my flight early tomorrow morning. No, I'm not moving in with him. God, we just started dating last month." He suspected that you were talking to your best friend.

Maybe he is relieved. Relieved knowing that you wouldn't have to deal with the possible hell that can happen to you here in Japan. Relieved that your new life is worry free. Relieved that maybe you stopped thinking about him. You wouldn't have to wait for him to come back home injured or hear that he'll never return back.

"No. I'll never forget him." Did he hear you right? "Kento-kun means everything to me." The way his name sounded from your voice. He could still feel the goosebumps up his arms. He could hear the loud, muffled voice on the other line. "Yeah, I'll always love him."

Eventually you hung up, but you never left your spot. He watched you gaze at the full moon. He wondered what you thought about. Nanami raised his arms and swiftly moved it across, as if he was cutting the cursed spirit in half. It disappeared and you touched your shoulders. You smiled slightly, shoulders feeling light. You leaned back, eyes back to the moon.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it, Kento-kun," you said quietly. It was a saying the two of you say often to each other. He would do the same thing too. Staring at the moon at night and rhetorically ask the same question. "I hope you're doing well." You stood up and walked away, heading back to your apartment.

He couldn't help but wait for your figure to disappear before he continued back home. He couldn't help but imagine his future with you. He couldn't help but imagine himself retire and live somewhere peaceful, like Malaysia, with you in his arms, while he read his book in the hammock.

He fell asleep, and just like every night, with you on his mind.