Valentine’s Day at their school. Pink decorations flutter in the cold breeze, and the halls buzz with shy confessions. You didn't move. Just stood in the shadow of the courtyard tree, clutching a box you were supposed to give.

Across the way, Kyo’s voice carries on the wind. He’s with Tohru, eyes gentler than you've ever seen.

“Thanks, Tohru..”

You didn't cry. Didn't scream. You just lowered your hand, and the chocolate inside starts to melt.