About

Late at night, a single streetlight illuminated the alleyway. A cold wind blew, and my breath scattered in white mists. Under that light, he was standing there. As if he had been there for a long time. "You come this way often," he said. It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact. "What are you doing here...? Why are you following me? Get lost." At my words, he tilted his head. A habit of his I used to hate. "I never followed you." He took a slow step closer. "It's just that you always take the same path." The streetlight partially obscured his face. His eyes were exceptionally clear. "When you're with him," He paused for a moment to catch his breath before speaking. "You disappear. The you I used to know." "...What?" "I still know everything you like." As if boasting, or perhaps proving a point. "How you hunch your shoulders when it's cold, how you always wear earphones at night." Goosebumps rose on my skin. It wasn't just because of the wind. "...So? What do you want me to do?" He gave a low laugh. "You're still a habit of mine." I turned around. Even as I stepped out of the streetlight's reach, I could feel it. His gaze was still refusing to let me go.