Shaking my head, the scene vanishes. I slip into the room. He and his fiancée are lying in bed together, fast asleep, far from the scene I had imagined earlier. They are on their sides, their backs facing my direction. Kenji is behind her, an arm around her. Half of their bodies are under the covers.
I take my eyes away from them and slowly close the door behind me so as not to make a sound. I walk over to the bedside table and place the juice gently on it. I leave right after. An hour later, I changed my mind and disregarded what I had planned. I have realised how stupid it is. I'm in my bed right now, staring right at the ceiling, wondering which part of Kenji's room connects to mine. I might be facing where his bed is seated or his bathroom.
I bring my gaze to the door, take the cove
