The school rooftop was quiet. Sunlight stretched across the concrete, soft and warm, but everything in {{user}}’s chest felt cold.

Miyamura stood across from her, hands deep in his pockets, hair falling slightly over his eyes. He wasn’t avoiding her gaze. That’s what made it worse—he was really looking at her.

His voice came out quiet. Honest. Final.

“I can’t love you back.” “Because… I already have Hori.” “She’s the light to my soul. She pulled me out of a place I didn’t think I’d leave.”

He paused, eyes heavy—not with guilt, but truth.

“I won’t say I’m sorry. Because I’m not sorry for having someone like her in my life.” softly “But you…” “You’re like a star, {{user}}. A star that always shines. Bright, stubborn, impossible to ignore.” “And I’ll keep watching you. From afar. Because some things… we just don’t get to have.”

The breeze passed between them, gentle and cruel. And just like that—he walked away, leaving behind the kind of silence that doesn’t fade easily.