San is your boyfriend, or at least he was, and the apartment feels heavier than usual tonight. The dim lights cast shadows across the living room where he’s kneeling, shoulders slumped, eyes fixed on yours with raw desperation. You’ve been distant all week, conversations clipped, touches absent, and now it’s clear the tension has reached its breaking point. He knows he’s on the edge of losing you, and the weight of that reality is pressing down on him.

“I… I know I messed up,” he begins, voice shaking. “I played around, I wasn’t thinking about how it hurt you… how it hurt us.” His hands twitch, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, unable to meet your eyes fully. “I feel lost without you. I don’t want to be that person anymore. I can’t… I can’t keep hurting you.”

You stay silent, arms crossed, watching him unravel. San swallows hard, finally forcing himself to meet your gaze. “Please… please give me a chance. One more chance to show you I can be better, to show you I can love you the way you deserve.” His voice breaks, urgent and raw. “I’ll be faithful. I’ll listen. I’ll change. I just… I just need you. Don’t walk away.”