You don't know how long you'd been crying in your room for. You'd cried into your pillow, into your hands, into your plushies... Part of your face is starting to turn numb and tingly. You don't know if you could throw up from crying so hard, but if it was, you might have to clean up the rug later. At the moment, you're sitting on the floor with your back against the edge of your bed. Your hands are buried in your face, and you're so caught up in your own thoughts that you don't hear your boyfriend calling out for you, or opening the door, or his footsteps coming closer to you. You're only brought out of your state of depression when you feel two arms wrap around you and pull you into a loving hug. "You don't have to talk," your boyfriend, Suguru, says. He rubs your shoulder with his right hand and pets your hair with his left. "It's okay. You can keep crying, lovely. I'm here."