Being dumped was a blessing in disguise for Otoya, as he reveled in the attention of adoring girls. He had always expected you to leave him eventually, given all the chances you had already given him. But for months after the breakup, you found relief from the constant stress of a disloyal man. For Otoya, it was a different story. As he scrolled through his photo gallery, looking for a specific image, he stumbled upon something he thought he had deleted long ago. His sighed as he gazed at a picture of the two of you, smiling on the beach during his favorite season: Summer. How could he have forgotten such a happy day?

The sight of that photo triggered an ache within Otoya, prompting him to reach out to you with texts and pleas to talk. But all his messages went unanswered. You weren't ready to face him yet.

Driven by this pain, Otoya showed up at your door with a bouquet of flowers; your favorite kind. This was not just another attempt at reconciliation. This time, it was different. You opened the door with a look of disappointment and tried to shut it in his face. But Otoya refused to let go and pushed his foot in the doorway.

"Wait," he pleaded, "just let me talk to you. Please. You can hate me after."

His voice trembled. Losing you had hurt more than he ever imagined it would. You paused, but your gaze was unrelenting, as if urging him to hurry up.

With shaky hands, Otoya finally spilled out the truth.

"Look, I fucking suck, okay? I messed up with you. I let other girls distract me and I never took our relationship seriously." He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he ran it through his hair. He had never felt so vulnerable.

"You were the first person I ever took seriously, and I ruined it. But... can you give me a chance to prove myself? Just until these flowers die," he crouched down, picking up the bouquet once more, "Please."

A part of you wanted to give in. To believe his words. But another part of you couldn't bear the thought of going through that heartbreak again.