It's Not That Easy, Forgetting.

It's a beautiful day and the weather is perfect.

Blue sky as far as eyes can see, white fluffy clouds giving shade, and the soft breeze the wind carries is just delightful. She steps outside to her porch, clad in worn gray sweats and sleeveless dark blue hoodie, and takes a huge deep breath with a satisfied smile.

It's a beautiful day to read outside.

Hikaru bounces inside quickly to fetch her book and tea. She unties her ponytail and ties her sidebangs around her head as she settle down on her swing with her book in hand and her tea in the other. The breeze caresses her face lovingly, sweeping few stray hair off her shoulder. She can't help to smile.

She flips the page where her bookmark resides and delves in.

The tea is gone, and the mug sits silently by her side, existence forgotten.

Hours pass by, and there is nothing between her and the world she explores. She is irrevocably, happily, lost. The silence in her surrounding is easy save for her occasional mumbles and responses to the book. As, most avid readers are tend to do.

That is, until the silence ceases to be hers.

"Hey."

A voice interrupts. Hikaru looks to the source of interruption.

"Haven't changed a bit, huh."  he chuckles, somewhat sheepishly. He holds out two cans of beer with a sheepish smile. 

She closes her book with a patient smile, her brown eyes soft and fond. She takes in the sight of him as she put away her book and stands up to greet her visitor. He looks alright, in a sense. His disheveled black hair is paired well with a dark brown shirt overlapping with a white undershirt and light blue jeans. She walks up to him and takes both beer cans in her hand, putting it on the porch stand.

His blue eyes watch her movements softly. She returns his gaze, her smile turned glad.

She raises her arms and wounds them around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. He moves his to her waist, squeezing gratefully. 

"What took you so long, dumbass." she whispers into his shirt.

He turns slightly, resting his side jaw against her temple. A grateful smile gracing his lips.

"Sorry."

She breathes, slow and soulful. 

"6 months, Kei. Really?" almost admonishing.

He chuckles. "You're not the only one with a stubborn-ass head, you know."

She laughs lightly, squeezing her grip around him.

"I missed you."

He smiles.