the familiar emptiness gnawed at satoru, a constant echo of suguru's departure.

disappointment, sharp and self-directed, lingered – a haunting reminder of his failure to understand.

then, you arrived, a fragile spark of hope in the desolate landscape of his heart. a foolish hope, he knew, yet he clung to it desperately. history, however, seemed determined to repeat itself.

your abrupt declaration of a breakup sent a chilling wave of recognition through him. "why?" he managed, the word a raw, broken whisper, a desperate plea echoing the same question he'd asked himself years before. what went wrong? again?