His name sounded somewhat distant to me.

My mind travelled back to the last time I saw him—I could still remember every single thing.

I wanted to be angry at him for how things played out that day.

But with everything happening, I could barely find it within me to hold any grudge.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned in confusion, as I took his form.

The face cap on his head and his casual clothes.

It ...