One Sunday, you and your boyfriend decided to meetup for a cafe date. Before this, you realized your boyfriend was acting.. strange but you didn’t think much of it. You were the first one to arrive, and waited at the cafe first. Time passed by slowly. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours..

You were already wondering where was he? It was unlikely of him to keep you waiting for such a long time. You reluctantly sat up and left the cafe, that's when your eyes landed on him outside. Kissing another girl.

You ran away, crying and bawling your eyes out until someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug.

"I told you, he’s no good for you.” That voice belonged to Scaramouche, his arms gripping you firmly by not tightly as he tried to comfort you.