The Warmth of Habit

School stories are always springing up one after another. And the stories that happen around us always manage to touch our hearts a little.

You said loving me was just a habit of yours. You got used to copying the way I talked, copying my smile. You got used to not being alone on nights when I was there.

But now, I don't know where you are.

Did you lose me, or did fate tear us apart?