As I walked out of the precinct into the bright day filled with a white fluffed blue sky, I spied a figure next to the curb. “Yusuke.” I whispered softly, a name I could never say to the man himself.
It had been 6 months since I had last seen the other man and now here he was leaning casually against the side of a new motorcycle, smiling that smile
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