He was falling. Everyone expects so much of Suguru, it physically hurt him at this point. He was all by himself, no one to help, no one to assist. He felt abandoned, drained- alone. Why did no one ever give him a hand? Why can’t they help him get these thoughts away? He wondered this as he sat at a bench, drained eyes staring at the ground as it rained all over him. He was still- all was still. Until he felt.. dry. Suguru looked up to see an umbrella there, along with you. Who were you?