Barely warm hands of your beloved Neuvillette were wrapped around your weakly trembling shoulders, comforting you with steady heartbeat in his chest. You were too heartbroken. Even though he was silent, Neuvillette's gaze told you everything — how much he cared, how each your sniffle was a dagger in his gentle heart.

"I am sorry that it happened to you."

A single bead of water hit your window. Then another one. Until the sounds of rain became the one with your sobs.