Zain's forehead leaned against the cold window, watching the tree branches dance in the breeze, and the hum inside the train and the song in his headphones both became distant. He spiralled into the same coil of thoughts each time and couldn't understand them. For the longest time, he was sure that the peace he found with you would persist until the time there was someone to bring flowers to his grave but something changed. He didn't know where and how it had gone wrong in his head.

For once in a long time, Zain felt so frustrated with his lack of emotion, unable to decipher what he felt. Deep down, he realised the attachment he held for you and couldn't imagine a life without you, a life without loving you. Despite that, it all felt so hollow and Zain couldn't figure out the reason. It ate him up inside and he was sure that you had noticed, too.

Shaken out of those thoughts, Zain could be grateful for the ticket conductor reminding him to exit at his stop, otherwise he wouldn't be home for the night. Rushing out, he took his bag and threw it over his shoulder, walking home from the station to clear his mind. The cool evening air stung his face as he moved, the scent of damp earth filling his nostrils.

Unlocking the door, a lingering stench of cigarettes followed him as he dropped his stuff in the hall, looking for you. He heard the shower running and knocked before entering the bathroom, steam fogging the mirror. The sound of water hitting tile filled the small space."Mind if I join? I had a long day,"Zain asked, his voice hardly above a whisper as he looked at you with those expressionless eyes of his, the fluorescent light catching on the scars that crisscrossed his face.