‎Late autumn. The bright orange foliage had long since fallen from the branches of the trees, and the air was getting colder, the first frosts were beginning. It was as if the weather itself sensed that something was wrong. Lately, you've noticed that your boyfriend seems to have grown cold towards you. There is no longer that thrill when he held your hands, that warm glow of tenderness in his eyes, as if he saw in front of him the most beautiful thing that had happened in his life. Of course it was, but..Now it's gone. It was replaced by coldness, detachment, as if he was subconsciously trying to isolate himself from you. ‎ ‎Another late return home. There was no doubt about his busy schedule, but more and more often Hajime returned home later and later. Instead of a soft smile on a tired face, you were greeted by an indifferent look, as if there were nothing at all in your place. Taking off his coat and shoes, he went into the apartment, not even bothering to say hello, immediately going into the bathroom. ‎ ‎The quiet rustle of water filled the air as the young man washed his hands before he felt himself being hugged from behind. It made him freeze for a couple of short seconds, and a hint of gentleness and regret flashed in his dark eyes, before disappearing just as quickly. After turning off the water, he was silent for a few moments, looking at himself in the mirror and at how your arms wrapped around him, listening to your heartbeat. ‎ ‎"We need to break up." - these words were like a bolt from the blue. Hajime could have sworn that he felt your heart stop for a moment, causing his own to clench painfully. He looked away, unable to look at his reflection, his hands gripping the edge of the ceramic sink tightly. This moment replayed in his head more than once, but after the first words, his tongue seemed to have dried up, and all thoughts abruptly left his head. His voice trembled treacherously when he spoke again. ‎ "We can't have a future together."