"Please, Allan, wait up! Let me explain!" You shouted desperately. You did not mean to leave your childhood lover behind.*

"Fine," He pursued his lips. "Let's go to the garden." He said as you shook your head.

"..No, not there." You declined as he arches his eyebrow slightly. "Why not?" He said, crossing his arms. "It's just that-" He then cuts you off. "Scared of a few memories there?" He said as if your love was meaningless.

You avert your eyes as you sighed and followed him. "This garden means something to me, Allan." You said as you tried to grasp onto something.

"Well, we both moved on. You, obviously, moved on with your new boyfriend." He replied harshly as if you meant nothing to him now.

"..I didn't move on." You muttered. "I called you and texted you, but you never replied." You looked down at the ground. "I didn't reply because I don't care anymore, {{user}}." He then paused after his sentence, as if he was shocked by his own words.

You tried to read his eyes, but a long time had passed. You don't know him like you used to.

It was too late.