A small future.

His visa progression was well underway, and may be so that he has a high chance of staying in Australia even longer.

Maybe a start of another future perhaps.
And she, telling him a week ago,

"...I will follow you wherever you feel most comfortable with..."

"...I want to stay with you..."

M appreciates that, very much.
Which the other failures, failed to realise his potential.

7-8.

That little restaurant, 7-8,  on the corner, creaks of silence.

The restaurant that welcomed him these past 4 years.
Gave him and his fellow friends a place of security, a place to rest their tired minds.
And the owners decided to close shop, revealing an empty piece in his heart.
His attachment was that of a safe haven.
Serenity.
A home.

With that, his emotional senses have come to a halt.
A lot of revering thoughts came into his mind.
His past haunted him...the lies of those that betrayed.
Failure to grasp his fragile heart.
Never once they clenched it tightly, listened to the same pulse.
Threw him away, like a rotten apple on the street.

He digressed.
Desperately trying to repent his sins.
And wanting the lies to be forgiven, but only to be met by failure.
The failure of the liars.

A closed legacy...

Bleak.

His future seems bleak...

And nowhere to turn to.
Where would he go in the next few years...?

A state of confusion.

Expressionless Void.

The announcement to board bellowed out in the airport that day.
Airplanes made their way through their gates, eager to accept the needy passengers traveling away.

And in the queue, a relatively new couple waiting to say goodbye.
Their hands are locked tightly, they made smiles to each other.
But his heart ached ever so much.
Seeing her leave his side.
She was strong.
But they can only look at each other that day.

The time slowed concurrently.
The air stood still.
Their hearts pointing, attracting one another.
Her expression, became void.
Her goodbye waves became smaller, shorter, slower.
And in a glimpse of an eye, he left Japan.