He looked at his phone.
Hana's contact was still near the top of his messages.
Her name.
Her profile picture.
The last 'Goodbye' she had sent him sitting underneath it.
A small system notification had appeared below the chat.
Delete inactive contact?
Kaito stared at it for a few seconds.
The train rocked gently beneath him.
Someone farther down the carriage coughed into their sleeve. A station announcement played overhead, distorted slightly through old speakers.
His thumb hovered over the screen.
He thought about deleting it.
Not because he wanted to.
Because some part of him felt like he was supposed to now.
Contacts sitting in your phone waiting for replies that would never come.
His chest tightened slightly.
Small.
Dull.
He pressed cancel.
The notification disappeared immediately.
Her name remained there.
Kaito locked the phone and slid it back into his pocket.
