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Something was ending.

Life wasn't, but something was.

Something the girl couldn't put a name to. 

Perhaps it was a mere illusion. 

The time they spent together. All the laughs and giggles. The sneers and jeers they shared. The car rides, the dances, the sweet notions. 

Of course it was ending, nothing was permanent anyway. At the back of her mind, she knew this would happen soon enough. 

But as the days passed by and she got used to the company and the warmth, the more the thought got buried deeper and deeper and deeper, resulting to her almost forgetting.

She was absolutely aware of the difference between one number from the next. How the numbers in the calendar got crossed out each day they were together. 

The past month seemed like a blur. A fleeting feeling that didn't even seem surreal. Like a hazy dream one doesn't want to wake up from.

The past few days, she had a thought. Sanzu had changed. He was pulling away from her. And she didn't even know why.

Their bickering, and the chatter that filled up the empty spaces they were in turned to complete utter silence. One that even her cheerful words couldn't change. One too awkward even for her to solve.

As soon as he realized that he was getting too comfortable, too absorbed in her presence, he built a wall. A wall so high up that she couldn't even attempt jumping over it.

And it wasn't helping that the one month deal that they had was ending.

Haru knew. She knew that something was absolutely bothering him. And that was what was causing this. But she had no way of knowing what to do in order to help him. He was no open book after all. 

The sound of the chirping birds carried by the solemn breeze of the wind greeted her as soon as she woke up. The repeated tapping of the birds by the window serving as an alarm clock for her.

With half-lidded eyes and disheveled hair, she went downstairs, deciding to make breakfast for the two of them.

They had been staying in the small bungalow by the river for almost three days now, just casually spending their time together despite not really talking to each other.

She wasn't sure why Sanzu still stuck to her despite his coldness. Maybe it was because of his sense of responsibility, or another particular reason that she couldn't decipher. He was a confusing puzzle.

Humming a soft tune, she tied her hair into a messy bun, grabbing a bunch of ingredients from the refrigerator. She wanted to do something to make him feel better, though she doubt preparing a breakfast would be enough.

Still, she wanted to do some effort.

Sanzu was by the doorframe, watching quietly and intently as the girl sang a tune he wasn't familiar with. It was his first time hearing it and yet it seemed strangely familiar. 

He regretted his decision to distance himself every time he would see her. As soon as he would catch a sight of her, he would only be reminded by how deeply he was captivated by the girl -- even to the point of replacing the most important person in his life, Mikey.

Sanzu felt sorry. He wanted it all back. Their time together, the genuine happiness he felt, and all the laughs he shared with her.

But, at the back of his mind, he questioned his feelings. If they were even genuine, and if he deserved to feel it in the first place.