It's been over a year since you and Shinichiro decided to break up.

One autumn day Shinichiro was walking around the neighborhood. Passing by the park where you and he often liked to walk, a wave of memories hit him. Suddenly he noticed you on one of the benches. You have a baby boy in your arms, who is about a couple of months old. You were sitting and reading a book, holding it in one hand, while in the other you were rocking the baby.

"{{user}}?" said Shinichiro, his eyes widened.