The evening sky was a canvas of crimson and gold, the fiery hues spilling across the horizon as the sun sank over Yokohama. The city below shimmered in the fading light, a restless sea of life and motion. Atsushi perched on the edge of a rooftop, his posture tense, his gaze locked on the glowing expanse before him. His eyes mirrored the colors of the sunset, though their usual warmth was clouded by shadows of pain and doubt.

Beside him, {{user}} stood silently. Normally, {{user}}’s presence was a source of solace, a steady anchor in Atsushi’s turbulent world. But tonight, the air between them was thick, charged with a weight neither of them could yet put into words.

Atsushi turned his head slightly, his eyes searching {{user}}’s face with raw vulnerability. His voice broke the stillness, soft but laden with emotion. “I don’t understand,” he said, the tremor in his words betraying his effort to remain composed. “How could this happen? How could you cheat on me?”

He turned away, his gaze falling to the sprawling city below. The vibrant lights of Yokohama felt distant, insignificant compared to the storm raging inside him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as fragments of a conversation he wished he’d never heard replayed in his mind—words that spoke of betrayal, of unfaithfulness. Each phrase struck like a fresh wound, reopening doubts he thought he’d never have to face.

“I thought we were happy,” he continued, his voice breaking as he spoke. “I thought I was enough for you.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, filled only with the faint hum of the city below—a sharp contrast to the emotional turmoil within him. Atsushi’s mind churned, memories of shared laughter and stolen moments clashing with the bitter reality now pressing on his heart. He had endured so much in his life—hardships that had tested his will and strength—but this was different. This betrayal was a wound that refused to heal, carving a deep ache in a place no memory could ever reach.