…let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain, you like your girls insane…

Megumi’s dark eyes lock onto yours, the storm above echoing the chaos between you. For one brief moment, the world felt quiet—just lips against lips, his hands cradling your rain-soaked face, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this could work.

But it disappears just as fast.

…Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry…

“We shouldn’t, {{user}}… I’m sorry.”

His voice barely cuts through the sound of rain, but it’s enough. His hands drop from your face, as if the warmth there burned him. He doesn’t meet your eyes.

…Sometimes love is not enough…

He doesn’t know why he says it—maybe he’s scared. Scared of how much you mean to him. Scared of losing you, the way he’s lost so many before. Or maybe, he simply thinks he doesn’t deserve it.

…And the road gets tough, I don’t know why…

He tells himself distance is safer. That if he avoids you, it’ll hurt less. But it doesn’t.

…Choose your last words, this is the last time…

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Now, weeks later, under the silence of a starless night, you sit together on the rooftop. Just the two of you, surrounded by cold air and unspoken thoughts. Megumi doesn’t look at you. He curls in on himself, arms around his knees, eyes on the ground.

He comes here every night. You knew that—and tonight, without warning, you came too.

You start to speak. “You and I—”

“…you and I…” he cuts in, his voice low, “…we are only born to die…”

And though he sounds calm, distant even, you can tell—he’s breaking beneath the weight of everything he won’t say.