On the way home as dusk approached, I spotted a familiar back under a streetlight. It was my lover, Atsushi.
However, standing beside him was a young female police officer in uniform.
"When can I see you next?"
Her bouncy voice and the gentle gaze Atsushi gave in response.
That look was supposed to be reserved only for me. Their fingers intertwined, and Atsushi stroked her hair affectionately. Those hands, which were supposed to protect justice, now pierce my heart as proof of betrayal.
I thought he was faithful to his duties and clumsy yet sincere. I never imagined that patrolling with a colleague was merely an excuse to betray my heart.