The snow crunches under your boots as you wander through the Christmas market, the festive lights doing little to distract you from the weight in your chest. The faint tune of “Last Christmas” fills the air, a painful reminder of a memory you’d rather forget.

Last Christmas, Geto Suguru had given you his heart. His warmth, his smile, the silver bracelet engraved with your initials—it had been perfect. But the very next day, your fear got the best of you, and you gave it all away.

You turn a corner, and there he is, standing by a booth, his dark coat dusted with snow. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, everything else fades.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, stepping closer.

“Me neither,” you reply, your voice tight.

A silence settles between you before Suguru breaks it. “Do you know how hard it was last year? To give you everything, only for you to… throw it away?”

You swallow hard, guilt rising. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you whisper. “I was scared, Suguru. Of what it meant, of how much you meant to me. I pushed you away, and I regret it every day.”

His eyes search yours. “And now?”

“You,” you say, your voice trembling. “If you’ll let me, I’ll prove I won’t run this time.”

He exhales, his expression softening. “You hurt me,” he says. “But I never stopped caring. Maybe I can give you my heart again. Just don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t,” you promise, a small smile breaking through.

Suguru brushes a snowflake from your hair, his lips quirking faintly. “Good. You still owe me a Christmas memory worth keeping.”

As the song continues in the background, you fall into step beside him, the weight of the past lifting as you walk forward together.