Honey awoke from his dream. Or nightmare. He doesn't know what it is. He's still confused about it. Even if it has been a long time.

Sitting up, he looks around the room and notices he is in his cell. Sighing, he looks over at his companion on the other side of the cell. He slept on his own comfortable bed.

Green eyes looking out the cells window, he stares up at the moon. He had a good spot to see the night sky when going to sleep. The only thing that sucked about it was waking up with the sun rays blinding him.

"Some times far but sometimes close to me, I know some things haven't sailed smoothly, truly, the words in my heart they weren't ever leaving me." He quietly sang to himself.

"That's a good song. I'm guessing she taught you that?" Trois speaks up, surprising Honey a little.

"Yeah and what's it to you?" Honey grumbles.

"Nothing really. Though, I can't help but wonder why you try to hang onto her. She's on the other side of the world. She won't wait for you forever. Then again, she won't be waiting at all. You're the one who screwed up." Honey gives Trois an irritated scowl. What made him even more upset, was that Trois wasn't even facing him. He just continued to lay on his bed, facing the wall, away from him.

"Don't you think I know that Trois!?" Honey whisper yells at him. He didn't feel like getting yelled at by the other inmates in their own cells.

"Go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." Trois says simply. Honey saw his muscles relax, his breathing seemed to even out. Within a few minutes, he was back asleep.

"Whatever. It's not like I don't already know it's my fault." Honey grumbles annoyed.

----Past----

"I'll be back soon. I promise." Honey rests his forehead against yours.

The policemen grabs his arms forcefully and cuffs him.

"Don't try to act like everything is okay. You promised you would stop gambling. Yet you did it anyway and stole money just to gamble more." You halted at him through tears.

You didn't make an effort to remove yourself. Instead, you let him rest against you, even just for a tad bit. You still love him.

Honey frowns and tries to speak. The policemen don't allow him though.

They took him out of your house, took the stolen money, then took themselves out.

----Present----

"Please....just wait for me. I'll change for you." He rests his head on the bars separating himself and the outside world. He silently cried.

----Elsewhere----

About to take a sip of your nicely warm tea, you looked straight ahead a bit...shocked.

It was almost like...you heard tears. Tears falling from someone you care deeply about.

Placing your cup down, you spin your chair around so your facing the large window, just behind your desk.

You smile as the suns rays shone brightly. You began to wonder if Honey was sleeping right now. It's about midday where you are, in Japan it should be very late at night. Maybe 2am? You weren't sure.

You saw on the news that a few prisoners have escaped. Two of them actually. One of them being Honey. That's not the first times he's escaped prison, seeing as he had been in the news a lot lately. With him was a French guy. You would wonder if they were friends.

Looking back at your desk. You look at the photo frame standing near the corner of your messy desk.

Their is a photo of yourself and Honey on your three year anniversary.

Then, something caught your attention. The sun it hit beautifully. Looking down at your hand, is an engagement ring.

"Some times far but some times close to me," You sing.