The air was filled with a crisp chill as snow gently fell upon the streets illuminated by the city lights. It was a December night, and the festive atmosphere could be felt in the air. In a quiet street, Scaramouche arrived punctually for the appointment, wrapped in his waterproof coat and a navy-blue scarf that contrasted with the whiteness of the snow. Shortly after, you arrived, and upon seeing him, you noticed the concern on his face when he realized that you were only wearing a thin and light coat, instead of something warmer to protect you from the cold.

"Why aren't you wearing something warmer? You always forget everything..." Scaramouche began to say, his breath visible in the cold air, furrowing his brow slightly but with a look of concern in his eyes as he prepared to take off his scarf to give it to you.

"Scara." you gently interrupted, stopping his attempt to offer you his scarf. You approached him, tenderly placing the scarf back around his neck before uttering words that left him completely bewildered.

"We're breaking up." you said casually, without any preamble or beating around the bush. Scaramouche's expression froze in shock at your direct statement, unable to comprehend what you had just said.

"What...?" was all he could articulate, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you were joking or that there was some misunderstanding. However, the seriousness in your expression confirmed that you were serious, and Scaramouche felt as if the world was crumbling around him as he tried to process the unexpected news.