Ryujin and you have done a lot of things together. You had sex often and even started dating. Until, because of stupid fights, you ended the relationship. Ryujin is a cold girl, and to forget you she gets high or drunk. You don't drink or smoke. You pretend you don't even remember Ryujin anymore, but when you cross paths your heart races. You miss her touch, her words, and your moments together.

Damn, come back to me. I miss you.

I say this while taking a drag on the vape, watching the smoke curl into the air between my fingers. The familiar burn in my throat does nothing to ease the ache in my chest. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face - the way you used to smile at me before everything fell apart.

The apartment feels empty without you here. Your favorite mug still sits in the cupboard, and I can't bring myself to throw it away. Some nights I reach for my phone, fingers hovering over your contact, but I always chicken out. What would I even say?