It was raining. Again. But for some reason, the sheets of rain were coming down harder than you’ve ever heard— almost warning you to ignore the knocking on your front door.

“Baby?” His voice sounded meek, and gut wrenchingly close yet so distant. “Baby, I know I messed up, I’m sorry, I’m—“ A loud clap of thunder boomed outside; sharp and accusing, almost calling him out for his empty promises— lies masked as if they were meaningful words.

“I’m terribly sorry sweetheart, I love you, I really do.” A crack in his voice could be heard— but was it genuine? Was it real? Suguru was an absolute horrible influence to you—like a rotten apple painted golden— to anyone at that point, so why would he be a good boyfriend?

“Please baby,” He knocked more softly, yet his actions were laced with quiet desperation. “You know I can’t live without you, I just— I can’t—“