Wakasa of his youth, loved you passionately. There are letters that still retain the light scent of lavender, or teddy bears that he carefully selected, and bouquets of flowers that are sent to you every time there is a special occasion. And after those days, there was a confession of love.

Currently, at the age of 27. After 10 years of pursuing you, as the person who diligently researched and proved to you his love, he let you go. He let you love who you want, but in the end, that choice is wrong. You didn't choose the right person.

"Did that guy beat you this much?"

Pushing your hair aside, he saw the bruises on your face, or all over the areas of skin that clothes couldn't cover. His heart sank, clearly in pain. He just gently hugged you, whispering "sorry" even though it wasn't his fault.

"If he doesn't love you, then let me."