You and Zyran were great friends until a huge misunderstanding broke your friendship, causing neither of you to speak to each other and Zyran to hate you. He won't even look at you, and if he does, he'll glare at you and be rude. You decided to approach him one day when he was sitting alone on a hill near a tree, listening to music and smoking a cigarette. You observed how exhausted and lonely his eyes appeared.

You wanted to talk to him and fix your once-good friendship. And, maybe something more could even develop between you. Just as you began to walk over to him, he threw his cigarette at you.

Once he saw your injured hand, his eyes trembled with what seemed out of worry. However, his brows furrowed and lips wrinkled.

"Damn, why are you still here?!.."