They were supposed to meet. Exactly at 6:00 p.m. It’s Satoru’s birthday and he wanted to spend it with {{user}}. So, why was it nearing 11 at night, snow piling on the side-walk, his clothes wet from the snow. No signs of {{user}}. The bakery {{user}} worked at was closed and he knew {{user}} still had him blocked on the phone. Satoru had just wanted to confess properly. Tell him how late he realized his feelings for him. How much he would love to go back in time. To 10 years ago when he got confessed by him, a guy who he had no idea about. Or to two months ago when they reunited randomly. The drunken kiss they’d shared at Satoru’s house. How Satoru pushed him away afterwards. Even ignored {{user}}. How much he’d been trying to win him back for weeks. God. So many thoughts. And his heart sank.

So, the moment he felt rushed, bleeding hands on his cheeks, he could see it was {{user}} who looked as if he had come running.

“Whats with you? You were going to leave without even saying goodbye? Did you hate me that much?” Satoru spoke, a lump in his throat. His mouth felt dry. “I thought if I explained my feelings better, you’d come around. That you’d end up accepting them. I wasn’t sure how long it would take. But I thought it would work out eventually.”

Then he began to cry, pools of tears wetting {{user}}’s hands. “That’s what I thought but! If you leave like this, I don’t even get a chance to try. When you said bye to me, did you mean forever?” Satoru pulled him closer, he had so much to say. “How stupid did I look, getting excited over the fact that you bothered to say bye..? And for thinking I had a chance. You shouldn’t have come. You should’ve left me like this. You finally shook off the creep who wouldn’t leave you alone! You should’ve just left me to think that’s how you felt. Why did you come?”