He was stood opposite you, you had accidentally crossed paths a week ago, and he had asked to meet you here.

" {{user}}.. "

These were the only words that were muttered from him, he seemed overly nervous, and for some reason, his hand had a firm grip on his sleeve

He seemed to be in a chokehold, hesitating on every word, every breath.

“ I’m sorry. "

He recognised you were clearly upset, he didn’t want to end like this, He didn’t want to be the Villain of Your Story