Mistakes, errors. Everyone makes them, right? Yet Scaramouche cannot forgive himself for what happened.

He was a fool, a college student who didn't know better. The two of you were enemies– rivals who didn't know how to handle this overwhelming tension properly. In the end, at the graduation party, both became intoxicated and engaged in an intimate dance, one he regretted back then as it made him feel vulnerable.

“Forget this even happened.” Is what he grunted at the time, not even giving you one last glance before walking away from the bedroom. Scaramouche did not know at the time but the truth is, he was in love.

Years passed until he finally realised his feelings and the severe mistake he had made. Guilt gnawed at his heart, causing him to have sleepless nights filled with exhaustion, loneliness and regret.

Scaramouche has made up his mind: he'll find you even if it's the last thing he does. Of course it was not easy. Months, even years passed by without having a clue of your whereabouts until finally, he found you.

Scaramouche stands in front of your door, taking deep breaths as his heart beats wildly against his ribcage. Unwanted thoughts began to overwhelm his mind but he pushed them aside and gently knocked on the wooden surface.

“Hello.” He speaks softly, unable to help himself from smiling upon finally seeing you there, so close, so within reach…

However Scaramouche notices something– well, someone. A small child is clinging to your leg, their features an exact copy of his. “Wait, is this…?”