the rain plastered your hair to your face, blurring your vision, but you refused to stop. each step felt like a betrayal, a severance from the warmth you'd found in satoru's presence.

his voice, raw and desperate, cut through the storm, each syllable a painful reminder of what you were trying to leave behind.

"{{user}}, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking, the desperation echoing in the empty, rain-soaked streets.

you knew he was right. you were scared. scared of the intensity of his love, scared of the vulnerability it demanded. scared of the inevitable pain that seemed to follow any happiness you dared to grasp. it was easier to run, to push him away before he could get too close, before you could get too attached.

but he wouldn't let you. he was a force of nature, relentless and unwavering, just like the storm that raged around you. his hand, pale and trembling, reached for yours, a silent plea for you to stop, to turn around.

"baby, please," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper, the rain muffling his words.

you could feel his gaze on your back, heavy with worry and a desperate kind of love. you knew he was drenched, shivering, yet he refused to yield. the thought of him, so powerful, so invincible, reduced to this state because of you, sent a sharp pang of guilt through your chest.

you finally stopped, your back still to him, the rain cascading down your shoulders. you couldn't face him.

"let me help you," he whispered, his voice soft against your ear. "let me show you that you're worth loving, that you're worth fighting for."

you leaned into his embrace, the tension slowly draining from your body. maybe, just maybe, you could let him in. maybe, just maybe, you could learn to trust, to love, to be loved. maybe, just maybe, he could fix you, not by changing you, but by showing you that you were never truly broken.