It was stupid to miss the one you left behind, the one you told that you don't see any future together, because he's just a tattoo artist.

But the songs on your playlist, his shirts in your closet, the tattoo on your thigh that he got... they all reminded you of Satoru.

Friends tried to keep you under control, but it wasn't always successful.

After drinking another round of sweet cocktails and gathering your courage, you headed to Satoru's house. Even if he had a new relationship... you didn't care. Satoru was meant to be yours.

"Please..." you mumble, hiccupping on the threshold of Satoru's house.

Satoru sighs and catches you with one hand as you nearly fall off the porch.

"Look at yourself...Are you crazy?!"

It's so good that his girlfriend was visiting her parents.