Touka's fingers linger above the keyboard. Her vision start to blur and sigh. The body behind her shift and she decrease the brightness of her screen afraid she might woke him up. She turn to his side watching his peaceful face. He doesn't seem to bother from her and turn to his side whimpering. Touka sigh seeing her empty coffee cup and close her laptop screen. She rise from her desk and stretch her limps like cheshire cat. She walk to her dark kitchen, her eyes able to recognize her target even with the lights off. She doesn't turn them on.

The lights from the city are enough to help her guide her way to her coffee machine. She press the button for the coffee to start pouring and she stares outside of the window while waiting. The rain has stained her big windows, washing away pollution and sins. She sigh. She wish her sins will be easily wash away with just a rain. Some water drops or even a wild river aren't enough. They will never be enough. She heard the coffee machine stops, signal her that her coffee is ready. She grab the cup but continue to stare outside. The hot liquid warms her hands but no her soul. Never her soul. Was it raining that day? She couldn't remember. She thinks it was. The fog outside wasn't able to blind London's lights so her face was illuminate now.

London. The gloomy climate and the nonstop fog matches her life. Her grey life with only one light to help her keep going. She rub her tired eyes and stay still, enjoying the silence. She loved the early hours of the morning. Her brain was too overused to think, too tired to bring back memories. She took a long sip of her coffee and return to the room. She gave one more look to her work and press send. Kazuki will be very pleased with her progress. She return to her living room and lies lazily on her couch. She may working her butt off with two jobs and the university but it was all worth it. For him. She closed her eyes, letting the aroma of the coffee fill her senses. She smiled sad while her memory was traveling back to another time. Another life. When a dark-haired boy was smiling shyly at her while she was raising her voice and rolling her eyes with his unique talent to break her coffee cups.

«Bakaneki» she murmurs wiping a hot tear that fell without her permission. The coffee aroma always does that to her. Always bringing back his face in her mind. His shy smile, his black messy hair and his sad eyes. And then the image change and he is staring at her with the same eyes but now, there are full of love. Touka laughs quiet. He always looked at her with love but she was too stubborn to admit it. His white hair are so soft under her touch and he is smiling. A breathtaking smile that makes Touka's heart skip a beat and he comes closer. And closer. And closer and she can feel his hot breath on her face and she begs him.

Closer... Just a little closer...