Aito was confused. The night Haruto needed him the most? What night was that?
Haruto looked at Aito's confused expression and shook his head, disappointed. “You don't fucking remember do you?”
Aito opened his mouth but closed it because he had no idea what Haruto was talking about. What night?
“Fuck” Haruto cursed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand for the tears blurred his vision. “March 28. What do we always do on March 28?”
“March 28?” Aito muttered, trying to recall. He frowned. Why couldn't he remember what March 28 was?
Haruto shook his head in disappointment. “My mother's death anniversary.” He said. “That was the night she passed away you fucking idiot.”
Aito's heart sunk to his stomach and he paled. He had completely forgotten. “Haruto…”
“Save it.” Harto sniffled. “That night, I called you and I sent you a text reminding you to meet me at the family house for the rites but you went off to a party with that bitch and forgot all about me.”
