Pit pat, pit pat. Satoru's shoes splashed onto the small puddle of rain as he ran. The sky was pretty dark and satoru's clothes were pretty drenched.

It was the 21st of June and it was the day of {{user}}'s performance as a musician. A week before that day, you told Satoru to attend your performance and he shouldn't be late to miss it. Of course, he said yes. He would come and he promised that he won't be late.

After waiting for him hours and hours, he hasn't sat down on the seat you reserved just for him. When it was your turn to perform, you kept sneaking glances to the audience. He wasn't there. You don't know what to feel, there were mixed emotions inside you as you continued your performance.

When Satoru arrived to the place where your performance was held, it was empty. The seats were stacked and the place was quiet. As he walked inside the place, all wet—he saw you talking to one of the performers while sitting to one of the bleachers and your backs facing him. Laughing and making jokes together. That's where he felt jealousy rising upon his entire being as he quietly walked away, clenching the boquet of flowers he bought just for you.

"Stupid guy..." He muttered under his breath, throwing away the flowers to the nearby bin.