Chapter 22
9:15PM
Three hours counting...
Yuki sat still, hunched on a cold, splintered bench just behind Suncrest Bakery, his head tilted, eyes fixed on the back entrance. The back entrance was Emi's favorite door to exit through after her shifts—red-eyed, apron smudged, sometimes still dusted in flour.
But tonight, the alley remained hollow, the steel door locked tight, and the windows above dim. His head hung low, as he kept on waiting.
9:30Pm
Fifteen minutes and no sign of either Emi nor the bakery closing for the day. He sighed, pocketing his hand into his pants. He owed Emi a proper explanation—not so she could take him back, no. That ship had probably sunk with a whole Titanic orchestra playing.
But she deserved the truth.
After everything she'd done for him, she deserved to know he didn't just ghost her. Not after she paid his tuition, his rent, and practically carried his worthless ass through university.
He exhaled, cold air escaping his cracked lips. A dull buzzing snapped him out of his thoughts.
Bzzzzzz.
He twitched. His eye twitched.