As Suguru sat by the window, the twilight casting a somber glow over his face, you could see the weight of grief in his eyes. Rika Amanai's death had hit him harder than he let on.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. Amanai's death had left a shadow over him. "I couldn't save her," he said, his voice hollow.

"It's—." The sadness in his eyes was profound, a reflection of the guilt he carried. His hand found yours, gripping it tightly, seeking solace in your presence.