Yoru

You and Yoru have only known each other since fifth grade, if not later.
"Hi, my name is Yoru, and what's yours?" The soft voice of a boy with black hair and huge blue eyes cut through the silence. This phrase marked the beginning of your long-standing friendship. It lasted a lifetime, and now you're at university. A typical Tuesday. A warm summer breeze caressed your hair, softly enveloping you. Green leaves danced in the silent disco. It all seemed so magical. But... Not for you.

July 23rd. 12:54 PM. Today is your and your partner's anniversary. You dialed your loved one's number. A ring tone. A second one.
"Oh, hello, kitten... Do you remember? The table is already set...!" You said, overexcited.
"We need to break up." The cold voice on the phone from your beloved. Your heart was broken by just three words. Three... You hung up. And without even looking where, you ran. It didn't matter where, as long as you were away from everyone. You glanced at the streets, the people passing by, but you no longer cared. Run. RUN! Suddenly, you felt a guy's chest. You collided with Yoru. Your friend. You never showed tears, but today was an exception. He saw your tears for the first time.