Trod.

he took the stairs as always. the building might change, but his routine never did. they used to race down the stairs until they reached the bottom, panting and giggling, swaying from side to side on their unsteady feet. they ran down the stairs together every morning all through the years, and suddenly, there weren't anyone to run down the stairs with anymore. he paused at the bottom, shook off the memories, straighten his back and walked forward. he moved around a lot, meeting and missing people were nothing new to him. yet it did not make losing her any easier to endure.

大切な人を失って。