The memory of you - (x Chishiya)

Acquaintance.

Ally.

Friend.

Stranger.

Player.

Executive.

Partner.

Betrayer.

Enemy.

Lover.?

Soulmate.

Waking up, I was no longer leaning on a shoulder beside me, I was full on hugging an empty, dusty chair.

My eyes fluttered open and when I realized I was hugging the chair, I immediately jerked up to sit straight. I scanned the room as if there was a possibility of someone to be out of my sight but, of course, there were no minuscule "Alice in Wonderland" doors someone could size down to go through.

As I sat up on my chair, I heard a swoosh and something fall to the floor. Then the cool air hit my spine and I bent over to see what was covering me.

A white jacket.

I picked it up as carefully as I could, trying to avert the curves of my lips turning upward, but failing. He left this? For me?

I wanted to kick my legs and squirm. Even though its childish, even though he was probably just doing it out of .. I don't know. Respect? Admiration?

The familiar feeling of my stomach turning into a meadow specially for thousands, if not millions, of butterflies to fly in creeped up to say hello and suddenly I didn't want to let go of the white hoodie laying on my lap.

Instead, I put it on. Its cold, in this dim prison. Theres not a single lightbulb to bring some sort of warmth in my direction. The only light is the one coming from the hallway, now that its night, not even the sun can warm me. Can you blame me? It was there, I was cold. It basically looked at me first.

Theres no other sinister reason behind it. My body just so happens to be doing leaps of weird comfort on the inside, but thats most definitely because of something else.