When you and Karaku were teenagers, your love felt unstoppable—wild, exhilarating, like nothing could tear you apart. But then, everything changed.

You got pregnant.

Karaku, young and reckless, hadn’t been ready for the weight of responsibility. His response had been cold, cutting deeper than any wound.

“Just get rid of it,” he had said, his voice devoid of the warmth you once knew.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

And so, he left.

Years passed, and life moved on without him. Now, you sat on a park bench, watching your daughter laugh as she ran through the grass, her bright eyes filled with joy—eyes that reminded you so much of his.

Then, a shadow fell over you.

A voice you hadn’t heard in years sent a chill down your spine.

“It’s been a long time since we last saw each other…”

Karaku stood before you, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something heavier. His tone was serious, but underneath it, there was something else—guilt.

Your heart clenched, memories rushing back all at once. But you weren’t that same heartbroken teenager anymore. And now, he was standing in front of the life he once walked away from.

The only question was—why had he come back?