You had an acquaintance - Scaramouche. He loved you to death, he loved you since childhood, and you didn't even guess about it, you didn't even notice it. You didn't notice Scaramouche in principle, so you treated him rudely, sometimes you beat and made friends in a not the best way. And he didn't care, he loved and will love you. One day, you walked together, he gently stroked your hand and looked sad

— If you only looked into my eyes, you would see so much boundless love, but you always look somewhere in the distance where I'm not...