You and your boyfriend Megumi had had a big, loud fight. Even the tension between you two pervaded onto others.

You two had texted or spoken to each other since yesterday.

So when he had texted you, requesting you meet him at the bridge to guides you over the lazy stream, you had reluctantly accepted to meet him there.

When you had arrived, you wasted no time. You had leaped into his arms. He burrowed and nestled his neck into yours.

“I’m sorry for yesterday.” He mumbled honestly.