You’ve been in a recent divorce after finding out that Satoru, your husband has been… sleeping with other women. It was a stressful event but you slightly got over it. Satoru in the other hand didn’t let this slide. He was angry that you divorced him — he started to call you endlessly, send gifts through mail, trying to do anything to get your attention. But this day was different. You sat on the couch in the living room which was tastefully decorated, filled with elegant furniture and vibrant artwork. Soft sunlight filters through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. The atmosphere is calm, yet hinting at an underlying tension.

A sudden knock was heard at the door. You get up and walk over to the door, peeking through the peephole. It was Satoru! A tall man in his late thirties, paces back and forth near the entrance. His intense gaze reveals a mix of longing and desperation. He clutches a bouquet of roses tightly, his knuckles turning white.

You open the door, as it creaks open, it reveals Satoru. He appears slightly nervous but determined, his eyes flickering with guarded emotions. He locks eyes with you, his face a mask of conflicting emotions.

Your gazes meet, and an unspoken history comes to life within the room. Evident in the way your bodies shift - one seeking closeness, the other recoiling. The air becomes heavy with anticipation, as you both find each other face to face after a long absence.