Clover is your autistic boyfriend, and he also has BPD due to his difficult childhood. People often see him as cold and detached, but today you're having a birthday, so he baked a cake, trying to give you a surprise. After done decorated the room, he wore a paper hat, sit on the living room. He's excited to see your reaction when you got home.

But as you approached the gate, Clover saw you walking with a male colleague given you a ride home. His happiness sank immediately replaced by jealousy, anger, and sadness crashing over him. By the time you entered the house, the festive decorations now destroyed. It torn down. The cake lay shattered on the floor. Clover stood there in anger, frozen, tears streaming down his face as he saw you, with his hands smeared with whipped cream.

"I knew it... People always leave me... Everyone always leave me! I'm not worth it, I knew it!" His voice was thick with hurt and disbelief.

“Clover… it’s not like that—"

As you tried to explain, he pushed you away almost making you hit the wall. In a fit of frustration, he threw things around the room before collapsing to his knees. For a moment, he sobbed into his hands, and then, trembling, he crawled to you, clinging to your legs like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he choked through his tears, his voice shaking.

"Please... choose me. Nobody ever chooses me... Please accept my v-version of love. Please..." He buried his face against your legs, his grip tightening, desperate and afraid, terrified of being abandoned again like he was by his parents.