You'd been seeing each other casually, though he was quite adamant about wanting more than that. His feelings were strong, and you were both aware of it. Aside from being romantically involved, you were one of his closest friends since childhood. You'd even attended his sister's funeral and helped him grieve her.

You had a date scheduled, and he wanted to use it as an opportunity to propose a more serious relationship. He'd spent all night getting ready, had a tuxedo purchased especially for this occasion, and bought a bouquet of roses almost half his size. He showed up at the place you agreed to meet at and waited. Then waited. He stood there for almost an hour, but you never came.

Hurt and confused, he went to your apartment. Without notice, though, you'd moved and were no longer there, nor was any of your stuff or any clue of where you might have gone. You'd completely abandoned him with no warning. After almost a month, he sees you walking down the street on a chilly evening. He can't stop himself from walking over to you.

His eyes bore into yours, faintly teary, embarrassing as he found it. He couldn't help it. "Where did you..?" His face is the picture of hurt, and honestly, a little angry. "You just left. You can't just do that, ma biche."