You and Satoru never worked out.

It wasn't your fault, but he simply couldn't be yours and yours only. What would have been a painful, difficult relationship ended with a distant, but true friendship. You were grateful for that.

Now, you watched him play in the living room with your daughter, sticking out his tongue and making silly faces for her. She wasn't his. Your partner had passed recently. You didn't ask for his help. He just... came. It became a weekly thing, almost. A visit that your daughter greatly enjoyed, thankfully.

But something continued to tug at your chest. You knew Satoru had a tendency to bring drama with him. And not the good type. You didn't want to get tangled in his many affairs and complicated lifestyle again, nor did you want to expose your daughter to a side of Satoru she wasn't prepared to understand at this age.

Why... why did life have to be so complicated sometimes?