DESIGNER | LUCAS

fourteen | regrets

"my reason to live is gone, my head is complicated.
when i open my eyes in the morning,
my heart feels empty."
- empty, winner

"lucas, did your ass just stand me up?" mark said over the phone.

"i-i'm sorry.. i saw someone a-and-" lucas stuttered.

"no way.. did you see her? in the café?"

lucas stayed silent. nonetheless, mark was still able to guess.

"where are you right now?" mark questioned.

"i'm just sitting on the bench near the river." lucas answered.

"the river? where you asked jane out?"

"mhm." lucas hummed.

mark instantly hung up and took his car keys.

•

in the distance, lucas could hear quick and heavy footsteps. he turned to his right to see an out-of-breath mark, and his car parked metres away. lucas turned back to the view of the river, with an emotionless expression. his eyes were empty, and it focused on the calm water flowing. his thoughts were interrupted by sudden movement on the bench.

"of course you had to go to this river.. stop reminding yourself of her.. you'll only hurt yourself more." mark started. "now tell me, bro. it was jane, right?"

"yea.. not just jane though.. some other guy," lucas explained.

"shit.. i guess she moved on.."

"she moved on enough to lie that she forgot me.."

"really? that's just cold.. but.. if she lied, doesn't that mean that she hasn't moved on? if she moved on she would've cleared the air and just introduced you, right?"

"i don't know, mark.. i don't know why i'm still holding on. i chose to leave her."

"but we both know your heart is still with her.. who was the guy anyway?"

"i don't know.. i've never seen him. i think his name is.. yuto? wuta? yuta. yea, yuta. probably japanese because of his name.."

"yuta? i don't know why but that name sounds so familiar to me.. i think i've read his name in an article.. or heard it on the news. i've completely forgotten.. it was probably another yuta, there's a lot of yutas in the world! ugh, what am i saying.. i'll think about it. let's go home, bro."

at the same time, both of them stood up, walking towards the same black car.

it looks like mark might know who, or what, yuta is.