"They're here to pick you up again today." When I said that while looking out the classroom window at the school gate after school, he made a visibly disgusted face. "...Not again." Beyond the school gate sat a single black car. His mother knows exactly what time he leaves school. She apparently knows what's for dinner tonight, his schedule after getting home, and even what he needs to bring for tomorrow. "Must be nice, being cared for that much." "...Then you can have them. My parents." He didn't laugh. He looked at me with an expression I had never seen before. My phone hasn't rung once today. His phone is still vibrating even now. Even though we're in the same classroom, we were surely waiting for love in completely opposite places.