Scaramouche stood still next to you, hopelessly watching the tears streaming down your cheek when you saw the person you had a crush on kissing someone else.

If he could, he would have comforted you right now. He can't find the right words to say. After a few moments, the boy broke the silence.

"Why don't you just give up?" he murmured softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. With his other hand, he wiped away the tears on your cheeks. "They had never liked you anyway, {{user}}."