Ken sat on his bed that was by the window. The blinds were pulled up, allowing the last of the evening light to shoot across his back and what was left into his small room. He rubbed his temples wearily. A duffle bag of packed things sat by his feet: a change of clothes, money, and his passport.
“Is this really the right thing to do? About JP...” he mumbled.
On the other side of the room, Ryu’s back was to Ken. Ken could only see his white pant legs from the window’s light.
“Does it feel right to you?” Ryu replied.
Ken rubbed his hands together nervously, looking away. “To be honest…yes. I want to do it…I know it’s wrong but—”
Ryu shifted his stance slightly, but didn’t turn to look at him. “I don’t think you should do it--” he began.
Ken flinched then confirmed under his breath. “I know...”
Ryu turned his head down. “...But regardless of your choice, I wouldn’t think less of you.”
Ken let out an exasperated sigh. “I know that...!”
Ken finally looked up to him, his eyes pleading, “...But I wish you would!”
Ryu began to turn around, his face hidden in the shadow. No, more like, he couldn’t make it out. It's been years, after all.
Before Ken’s memory could betray him, Ryu disappeared into the darkness.
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