The streets were so lively today: balloons, ribbons, flowers, and the sweet vibe of love filling the atmosphere. I felt a tug in my heart as I watch the varied shades of love play out in front of me.
There were shy couples who walked side by side, brushing their fingers accidentally every once in a while. The possessive ones clung to each other; glaring at anyone who brushed past them. The flamboyant ones walked hand in hand; heads held up high.
A rueful sigh left my lips as I pictured holding hands with Tristan and walking along the flower market. I wondered how I would behave in his presence. Would I act all shy or cling to him?
“Careful.” A familiar voice sounded as I stumbled and almost bumped into someone. “You, okay, Ayame?”
“Hades?” My eyebrows furrowed as my gaze landed on
