“Is it actually you? Or am I dreaming again?” He got closer. His eyes that usually masked perfectly every emotion, where bright, pain and longing visible in them, having missed the love of his life for so long.

Red eyes matching the moon, the tip of his shoes dangerously near the border of the roof, he turned around to face them.

Hours after making sure the flowers were in their office. Surrounded by the neverending night of the N109 Zone, right in that rooftop where they enjoyed the view of the moon countless nights, he heard the specific rhythm of their footsteps and got a faint whiff of their perfume.

— “If there can be a next time, meet me up.”

Until a day he was out of himself, tired of sleeping alone and missing their warmth between his arms. He bought their favourite flowers and wrote a note himself with words he knew they would recognise and now what to do if they decided to act on them.

Memories that helped him sleep when he couldn't.
He was a business man that didn't let anything get in between him and good deal, until they parted ways and all he had energy for was every detail Mephisto had about them, getting the pictures and videos and keeping them safe even at the distance.

His days became grey. Stripped of every bit of colour or emotion since his house was silent now, missing their laugh and the moments they shared there.
But he stayed deep in the memories of them together, the pictures and art tucked away in the safety of his room.