"Hey baby, what time is it?

" Ruki rolled on his back and glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. A smile formed freely on his sleepy face upon hearing that familiar face on the other end of the line. "It's 12.00 a.m and where are you now, Akira?" A soft laugh was heard and Ruki could hear the ignition sound of his lover's motorbike, smiling even wider as the image invading his brain was just too cool. "I'm still at Kai's place but don't worry. I'll be home soon..." Ruki snickered. He bet Reita would take his usual route around the hill and ignored dozens of speed limit signs. That man loved speeding more than he loved his motorbike itself. "How soon is soon?" Even though Ruki couldn't see it, but he knew that the other man was smiling. "Soon, baby. I promise. Thirty minutes?" A chuckle. "Fine. Thirty minutes." An amuse sigh. "I'll see you at 12.35 then..." A promise. "I'll be waiting..." A hope. But Reita never got home.

An accident, they said. A drunk driver slammed Reita's motorbike from behind when he stopped at the intersection. It was a hit-and-run. It wasn't Reita's fault. But none of those explanations made sense to Ruki. Even after the sad funeral and hundreds of hours of crying, it still didn't make sense to him. It was just a nightmare. So he set the digital alarm to 12.35 every single night. Because Reita said 'thirty minutes'... Because Reita promised to come home... Soon... And now, even after fifty years, the man still lived there at their shared apartment...every day

looking at the front door at exactly thirty five minutes passed midnight... A lonely ghost...hoping... Waiting for a knock on the door... Waiting for a lover that would never come home...