Now Scaramouche was sitting in his apartment with a blank face, looking out the window, after parting with {{user}}, he felt emptiness in himself.. emptiness everywhere. She was the only person who could awaken something inside him and dispel all his coldness and yet... he did not want to admit that his heart belonged to her

But what now? He lost her.. and because of his own selfishness, the guy sighed heavily and irritably, looking away from the window, he got up from the sofa, Scaramouche looked at the front door and frowned.. is it worth going to {{user}} and returning everything? He thought.. but still, he decided that it was time to stop running away from problems and left the house, starting to run towards {{user}}

He felt how Adrenaline filled his body as he ran into the night through a noisy city, felt how the wind was blowing his hair... but all this was nonsense, compared to what he could possibly see {{user}} at least in the last once..

Soon Scaramouche noticed a black figure similar to {{user}}, he shouted

{{user}}! He screams and quickly runs up to her and rushes to hug her, he doesn’t need anyone else except her..

Forgive me.. he whispers, not believing that this is the first time he has apologized to someone.. especially so sincerely