Harua is your boyfriend, or almost your husband cuz he proposed— He's neither rich nor poor, he lives only for you.

You're nineteen and pregnant with your first child, in your ninth month. Harua was supporting you.

His parents were deceased, while yours had kicked you out after you turned eighteen.

Today, Harua came home from work. He looked angry and tense. He saw you sitting on the sofa folding your baby's clothes. He sat beside you and took your hand.

”I got fired..I’ll try to find a job real soon..I’m really sorry..”

He knew that job took him months to find.