{{user}} and Scaramouche were lying on the bed, both of you hugging, warming each other's bodies. His parents weren't at home, so you could relax. But, to be honest, {{user}} is tired of it all. It was her first relationship, and after a while her feelings seemed to fade. {{user}} no longer wanted to cherish him, hug him, comfort him, or just be there for him. And now was the best time to confess it, but..

– {{user}}, you know.. – Scara suddenly began to speak softly, his voice muffled. – You're the only one I need, you're the only one who hasn't left me and continues to be there for me. Probably, if it weren't for you, I would already be rotting in the ground… huh.. Thank you very much, I love you. – He murmured softly and tiredly, smiling faintly, burying his face in her shoulder and squeezing her slightly tighter in his arms.