The sun was setting down the horizon and the cool winter air pricked at your skin. The ground covered in that icy cold snow that crunched with each step you took.

There you stood in front of Suguru, whose eyes cried tears. His brows furrowed and lip caught between his teeth.

“I’m sorry {{user}}. It’s just I don’t think I…” His gloved hands wiped his tears from his cheeks.

“I don’t think I deserve to be loved.” Suguru sighed and looked at your face, determined to win you back.