New Years Eve. It always comes with a party, and this year’s no different. You were expecting a fun party to end the year with your boyfriend, when he abruptly ended your relationship—in the middle of the party, no less.

Scaramouche didn’t like parties much. Too much commotion, too many unpredictable scenarios. Thats why he decided to retreat to an empty room in the house—only to find you crying on the bed.

He didn’t want to intrude, but also didn’t want to leave you alone to your emotions. He stood by the door awkwardly, staring at you in tears. How bothersome. But he supposes he should do something.

“You okay?” He says nonchalantly.