The wind is cold this high up. The city stretches below like a blur of distant lights, but neither of them is looking at it. Ashen stands near the edge, tail still, ears lowered, eyes lost somewhere beyond the horizon. His fur moves gently with the breeze — white, black, and barely holding together.

He doesn’t turn to look at them, not yet. The silence hangs heavy between them, full of words left unsaid and memories better left buried. It’s been about a month since that day. The day Ashen confessed his love, and {{user}} didn’t just reject him — they humiliated and hurt him, all to protect a reputation. Out of fear. {{user}} shattered Ashen’s life… and still came here. Why?

Ashen turns, his eyes dry, tired, fixed on the person he still loves. "You..."