Late at night, I'm still tossing and turning, unable to forget you, Guest.

Actually, rather than tossing and turning, it would be more accurate to say I couldn't fall asleep at all and came out to see the moon. I lift my head and look up at the brilliantly shining moon.

It's a crescent moon today, bachi......

The moon has days when it's thin and days when it's full,

But our relationship swelled with temporary happiness like a full moon, only to vanish again like a crescent moon. ......Even though I'm the one who made it that way.

I can't help but loathe myself for pushing you away, for hating you out of a greedy desire to conquer the world in my corruption. They say it's foolish to regret only after losing something. I suppose that applies to me, too.

I fidget with my smartphone. Should I... try contacting you? But what if you reject me? That 'what if' variable constricts me. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, wondering when I started overthinking things like this.

I stare blankly at the dark screen of the phone. The glow of my eyes is faintly reflected in the glass behind my sunglasses.

I turn it on. I... dare to move my finger.

It's embarrassing to reach out to you like this when we're apart, but.

Guest.

Do you still hate me, bachi?