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>>'What have I done....' No direct interactions, however thoughts of Vika still obviously lingering.
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Ryan walked. Slowly. Deliberately. Down the street towards his parked Vespa. What was a short walk not an hour prior seemed like a marathon to him currently. Breathing steadily, the effects of whatever ungodly concoctions he took down was starting to wear off, if not lingering slightly still. Ryan would occasionally look up into the starry skies and let out a sigh. 

Why? Why did he do what he did? What came over him? She is taken, for all intents and purposes, to him. What was that kiss? Was it a spur-of-the-moment, drunken, mistake? Or did he mean more to it than he would let others believe? Looking at his watch, it was late, but not so late that he needs to get home. He glanced at the date. His 'sabbatical' was fast coming to an end. Restaurant needs to be started back up. After all, it is what he did best anyways. It always seemed like his life's calling, for him to own his own establishment.

As he walked down the street, he dug out his pair of AirPods and pushed them into his ears. A random [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j7uxzrfKj4]list[/url] of songs appeared on YouTube for him. Sure his Mandarin isn't the greatest nowadays, but he still understood enough of the lyrics to get pulled into their feelings. Upon reaching his Vespa, he took out his helmet but did not start the vehicle. Instead, he hung the helmet on the rear view mirror, and simply sat on the moped. The songs played one after another, dragging him deeper and deeper into a mix of sadness, despair, anger, and confusion. 

Next, Ryan did something even more unthinkable. He got up from his seat and opened it again, rummaging through the contents held below it. Digging out a dusty lighter and a pack of half-crushed clove cigarettes, he took one out, stuck it between his lips and lit it. Taking a deep drag and letting the smoke and scents fill his lungs, he exhaled. Taking a shallow breath, he pinched the cigarette between his index and middle finger before letting out another long breath. He brushed his hair back with his left hand and looked up in the sky again. 

Pondering, wondering, disappearing.