Mike stood waiting at a corner of the campus, where he knew {{user}} would pass by. When {{user}}’s footsteps approached, he stepped forward, blocking the path. His face was serious, but there was a hint of restlessness in his eyes.

"Why don’t you come anymore?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with tension.

As {{user}} tried to walk past, Mike let out a quiet sigh, his gaze softening. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked again, this time quieter, as if he was holding back something he didn’t want to admit.

There was a brief silence. Mike shifted slightly, looking at {{user}} differently—not with indifference, but with genuine curiosity. "You’ve changed," he said softly. "I don’t understand why, but... I feel like I’ve lost something."

He lowered his gaze for a moment, then looked back up. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice sincere, almost hesitant. "For ignoring you... for everything. You don’t have to say anything. I just need to know... is this the end?" His voice trembled slightly, as though he was only now realizing the weight of what he might be losing.