YUHI
Yuhi snapped out of his thoughts when he realized Sumire had put the violin down, and was standing right in front of him.
"Did you even pay attention?" Sumire questioned.
He actually did, when he was in memory lane. He could hear her beautiful notes overlapping with the memory.
"I did. You're even more amazing than you were the first time."
Sumire coughs. "I-I mean-" She averts her gaze. "I thought it would reassure you. You knew who I was playing for back then right?"
He did.
He came there, setting himself for a heart break again. But, when she played the first notes. He already knew that she was playing for his sake.
'I felt bad for Mamoru, but a part of me was relieved that even then I still held the largest part of her heart.'
Seeing her flustered cheeks. Yuhi removes the cigarette from his mouth and tosses it onto the ashtray. He cups her face, causing her to turn to look at him.
