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It was pretty awkward to be caught hugging in the elevator that both of us give the small crowd an apologetic nod before stepping outside, rushing towards the building's exit, trying our best to contain the embarrassment.

The moment we pass through that main door, soaking the sunshine in this cold weather, we laugh like two mad persons of how stupid we were to act that way as if we were filming a sappy movie or some kind of soap opera.

"I saw it!" I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!"

He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight.

Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions.

"Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I