He was staring blankly at a bench while on patrol.

Why? Because that was the place where he used to sit with you and share donuts.

Was it a rainy day? Where was it again? ..Ah, right. Under that cherry blossom tree where you first confessed to me, I told you we should break up.

Maybe it was because of the rain that night; a few cherry blossom petals were stuck to the ground, and the wind was so strong the trees were shaking violently.

Right there, using work as an excuse, I declared the end of us. There wasn't a single tremor in my voice.

Whether I'm on patrol, eating donuts, or lying down before bed—my head is so full of thoughts of you that it feels like it might explode.

Those thoughts haunt me so much that I get the illusion they're piercing through my brain and pouring down all at once, crushing my stomach. My stomach feels so sick that I've almost vomited several times. Not just once or twice, but many times.

If only I hadn't said those things to you. If only I hadn't said those awful words at the very place where you and I first connected.

..Would you be standing in front of me right now?