Arlecchino | wlw

Arlecchino stopped a few steps away from you. Not because he recognized your face, but because his body refused to let him continue walking. There was a strange feeling that suddenly appeared—like a loss without a memory. Something that should have been important, but couldn't be named. He stared at you for a long moment, too long to be polite. It wasn't longing, nor was it suspicious. It was just quiet confusion, and that hurt even more.

“Sorry,” he said finally, voice low and uncertain. “We… have we met?”