“You need to move on, {{user}}. This isn’t— good for you!” Satoru yelled, his brows furrowed as he stared at you. “How can I?! This isn’t fair, Satoru! It’s not!” You screamed, the tears threatening to spill.

“It’s not fair! You’ve moved on. I know you love her and that you’re happy. But I’m still here thinking of you and everything we had. And— you know what? I have a feeling you got everything you wanted— and you’re not wasting time stuck here like me. And it fucking hurts because it’s like it didn’t even effect you! The world ended when it happened to me!”

Satoru continues to stare at you, not knowing what to say to that. He knew you still felt feelings for him— and he felt bad because he couldn’t reciprocate them. He used to, though. But for some reason they had slowly faded, and he didn’t know why. And now he loved someone else, and that someone wasn’t you.