Throughout the years, not once did Yuji stop to think about what he had.
Until today.
Seeing you in a black dress—you had insisted on no white the day you went to the boutique with him—made his stomach churn and heart squeeze.
He had you. He had your touch and gaze, a gaze no longer his. The realization didn't hit him until now.
Gone are the days you confessed your love and he thought you were joking. Gone are the days you would stare at him like he was the sun.
You were Megumi's now, to have and to hold.




















