“Uhh..”

The small sounds of un-surety had left Satoru’s mouth before he could stop them, his face was looking away in a slightly bashful manner, well, you weren’t sure, but his cheeks and ears were flushed to death. And if he knew he would’ve never admitted it.

“I…I…”

He stood at your doorstep outside of your new home. His left hand clutching an expensive bouquet which had the most beautiful looking white roses you had ever seen. His voice was trembling. He hadn’t ever said ‘I’m sorry’ to anyone before. Not truly. The words ached to leave his mouth, but he felt like a slow burn was the only way of getting you back. I mean, he was a total jerk, neglecting your marriage because of the work pressure set on his shoulders.

So he divorced you. You deserved better than him, he left you before you two could even have your first baby like you wanted, though he hadn’t ever admit that, not even a month after you left he became stressed and lonely. Longing for someone, anyone to give him a hint of affection. So he had made out with a couple of prostitutes. Though he’d feel too sick of himself to actually mess with them. They couldn’t do what you did.

“I miss you sweetheart.”

His hand thrusted the bouquet forward, eagerly wanting to talk to you.