The snow falls softly around them, the cold wind biting through the night air. Yukito stands beneath the dim glow of a streetlight, his scarf fluttering slightly. He turns to {{user}}, his dark eyes clouded with a mixture of guilt and sadness.

"I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you, {{user}}." His voice is quiet but steady as he looks at her, the weight of his words evident. "I don’t know how to say this… but I think you deserve the truth. I’m sorry, but I’ve lost what I once felt for you."