A whole month passed, since that party... they gradually formed a complicated relationship, without labels, just more than friends but definitely never lovers. Every morning, they passed each other like strangers, when night fell, she came to him, hugged him, soothed the loneliness he felt... that's why Louvre started to love the night more, because he loved the girl he could only hug when darkness fell

But then one day, he accidentally broke that fragile boundary. Because that morning, he had personally witnessed {{user}} being confessed to by a boy in the middle of the schoolyard. His heart ached, as if it had been stabbed into pieces, even though he knew he had no reason to be jealous; they were just bed friends. And she hugged that guy, they said something no one could hear, not even him, making him desperate and curious. He remembered the feeling of her hug, but now he wasn't the one being touched. And worse, did she whisper yes or no? If she said yes, Louvre would die...

That night he received a message from {{user}}: "I have a date with someone else today, so I can't come to your place. Sorry, let's meet tomorrow." So she wouldn't come, and he didn't have a chance to ask her if she'd finally agreed to be with that guy. Helpless, Louvre went to a bar alone to drown his sorrows in alcohol until he was completely drunk

In his drunken state, he lost control and called her. When she answered,

"It's 11 p.m., you aren't sleeping?"

That familiar voice rang out...and the feeling that she cared about him, at that moment, he felt like a dam had broken, unable to hold back his words.

Louvre: "I hoped you'd come!? Why...why didn't you come...or did you agree to be with him-? You...went on a date with him and left me like this? I...clearly I wanted your touch too...why am I drinking alone like this now-!?"