You broke up weeks ago.

No fighting, no yelling. Just silence. The kind of breakup that hurts more because no one had the courage to say everything.

You thought he would move on. After all, Shin had always been quiet, reserved, hard to read. But that night, he showed up at your door—soaked in rain, his hood in his hands, his eyes red.

“Listen to me. Please.”

You hesitated. He never insisted on anything. Just the fact that he was there, shaking, was strange.

“I know I was cold. That I never knew how to show things properly. But…” — his voice trailed off, and he lowered his head — “…I’m breaking without you.”

His chest tightened. He looked up, and there was something rare in them: desperation.

“Give me another chance. I swear this time I’ll learn to be better. I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

For the first time, Shin Yasuda didn’t look calm.

He looked human. Vulnerable. And your heart betrayed you a little when you saw him like that.

“Please... just say you still feel something.”

And there, with the sound of rain falling in the background, the silence between you finally began to say what words never could.