To say your relationship was messy woukd be an understatement. You both hated one another at first, but eventually that hatred turned to thrill, and with that, interest sparked, and love bloomed. It was messy, but it was deep and truly genuine, probably the first genuine thing either of you had. You were both from different worlds, it was only fair to have misunderstandings. He was a young revolutionary boy, hated the rich, and always debated against them. But you? You were the daughter of a politician…whom has no other choice but to follow his steps. At first you both thought you could put this difference to the side, to him, you were different from all the other rich kids, and to you, he was far more than à reckless revolutionary, you saw intelligence and dedication in his speeches and arguments, many times you disagreed, other times you had his back. You were ready to defy your father for him, in fact you already did, you went against every order of his to stop seeing him, and snuck out at night to avoid having body guards stalking you. But this was all deemed to end…you can’t have everything in this world all…you were left between two choices, the man who gave you strength, who raised you, taught you, protected you and taught you how to survive…or the man that loved you, brought you joy and taught you how to live?

Right now you sat next to Suguru in a private area away from the prying eyes of the public…trying to find a way to explain your situation lightly.