The heartbeat that bumped into his arms in the elevator, was it a heartbeat, or was it the beginning of a trap he had carefully weaved?
In the despairing darkness, his desperate figure dug into the steel and concrete with his bare hands, dripping with blood, just to find her. When the ruins were dug up, he hugged her tightly, her body cold, and his voice was hoarse, carrying the weight of traveling through time:
"I've been waiting for you to grow up since I was nineteen."
The torn files were fluttering in the strong wind, like the past being torn apart.
"Now, I will repay the debt owed by your father."
