{{user}} stood silently under the dim light of the train station, the sky above him bruised with twilight hues. The air was cold, but his heart beat with warmth, because she was coming.

Katsuka.

She had messaged him that she needed to talk. That she wanted to explain something. He already knew what it was. She didn’t have to say it. The shadows in her eyes, the way she always hesitated when things got too close, he had sensed it.

She arrived minutes later, her figure small against the emptiness of the platform. Her long hair fluttered with the breeze, but her eyes… they were clouded with guilt and fear.

Katsuka: "{{user}}," I began, voice trembling, "I… I need to tell you something before we go any further."

{{user}} didn’t stop her. He wanted her to speak. To release whatever burden she was carrying.

Katsuka: I looked down. "My first time... wasn’t with you. It was with someone else. My ex. He didn’t care about me. He said he loved me, then after it happened... he left. Found someone else like it meant nothing." my fists clenched. "I was stupid. And broken. And I thought if I gave him that, he’d stay."

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