You knew it would happen. But you decided to take the risk anyway. And then — betrayal, right there in your favorite restaurant, Piero. You didn’t make a scene. You simply rose from the table in silence and walked out.

The moment you stepped outside, the tears came, mingling with the rain. You wandered aimlessly, thoughts pounding in your head one after another, until you nearly stumbled. Looking up, you noticed a man sitting on the steps of a house, smoking with a skull mask lifted slightly from his face. “Careful,” he said, giving you a once-over — red eyes, wet hair, trembling hands. He asked what had happened. You told him — reluctantly.

He stayed silent for a moment, then took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I know what that’s like… It hurts.”

You felt the warmth of the jacket, and somewhere deep inside, the heaviness eased just a little. “He’s just an idiot,” he said calmly. “But you… you’re strong. Even if you don’t feel it right now. You’ll get through this. It’s just rain. It always passes.”