Ren Nakamura had never wanted to freeze time before.
The world had always been something he wanted to escape—something he avoided, ignored, slept through.
But now—he wanted this moment to last forever.
Because for the first time, he wasn't running.
For the first time, he was living.
And it was all because of her.
Evening – A Quiet Place, Just for Them
After the fireworks, they didn't go home.
Yuki had grabbed his sleeve, tugging him gently in the opposite direction.
"Let's go somewhere else."
Ren hadn't questioned it.
And now—they sat side by side on an old bridge, legs dangling over the edge, the quiet hum of the river below them.
The festival lights flickered in the distance, but here—it was just them.
No noise. No people.
Just the sound of the water. The cool night air.
And the space between them—smaller than it had ever been.
Ren exhaled, tilting his head back. "Why'd you bring me here?"
Yuki hummed. "Because I wanted to be with you a little longer."
His chest tightened.
He turned to her, but she was already looking at him.
Her expression was unreadable—soft, thoughtful, a little sad.
Ren clenched his fists.
He hated that look.
Because he knew what it meant.
She was thinking about time again.
"Stop that."
Yuki blinked. "Stop what?"
"Thinking like that," Ren muttered.
Yuki tilted her head, smiling slightly. "You don't even know what I was thinking."
Ren scoffed. "Yeah, I do."
Yuki laughed softly, shaking her head.
"You're impossible, Nakamura."
"Ren."
Yuki blinked.
He looked away, scowling.
"Call me Ren."
Silence.
Then—her voice, quiet and warm.
"Okay. Ren."
His breath caught.
Because when she said it like that—it felt like something fragile. Something real.
And suddenly, he needed to know.
Needed to hear her say it.
"What am I to you?"
Yuki's eyes widened slightly.
Ren wasn't sure why he had said it.
Maybe because everything between them had changed, but the words had never been spoken.
Maybe because every moment with her felt like it could be the last, and he didn't want to waste any more time.
Yuki was quiet for a long time.
Then—softly, carefully—
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Ren stopped breathing.
His heart slammed against his ribs.
His fingers curled into fists.
"Don't say stuff like that."
Yuki blinked. "Why not?"
"Because—"
Because it hurts.
Because I don't know how to live without you anymore.
Because I don't want to think about what happens when you're gone.
Yuki smiled—that small, knowing smile.
She leaned in slightly, tilting her head.
"Then tell me what you want me to say, Ren."
His mind went blank.
Because what he wanted her to say—
She couldn't.
And he hated it.
Ren exhaled sharply.
Instead of answering, he reached out—fingers brushing against hers.
Yuki inhaled softly, eyes flickering down to their hands.
Ren hesitated.
Then—slowly, carefully—he interlaced his fingers with hers.
Yuki froze.
But she didn't pull away.
Instead—she squeezed his hand back.
And for a moment—just a moment—
Nothing else mattered.
Not the past.Not the future.
Just this.
Just her.
Ren swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.
"I won't let you go, Yuki."
Yuki squeezed his hand tighter.
"I know."
They stayed like that for a long time.
Fingers intertwined.
Two hearts beating against borrowed time.
A moment too perfect to last.
And Ren knew—he would never forget it.
That Night – A Promise He Can't Keep
Lying in bed, Ren stared at the ceiling.
He still felt the warmth of her hand in his.
Still heard her voice, soft and real.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Ren clenched his jaw, gripping his blanket.
Tch. Annoying.
He shut his eyes.
And for the first time—he wished tomorrow would never come.
Because if time stopped, she wouldn't have to leave.
And if she didn't have to leave—he wouldn't have to learn how to live without her.
But time was cruel.
And Ren was starting to realize—
That no matter how tightly he held on—
Some things can't be saved.