It was you who first ignited the flame of love for Yuuta. Yet, he remained a stoic silhouette, veiled in the shroud of his own reticence. Three years unfolded, a canvas of futile attempts to solicit his affections, only to reap the bitter harvest of his indifference and apathy.

Then came the inevitable descent of sorrow: the passing of his father. In the wake of this bereavement, Grief cloaked him in a shroud of solitude, distancing him further from your desperate yearning. Your presence became an afterthought, relegated to the periphery of his mourning heart. Neglect gnawed at the tender tendrils of your love until, in a moment of desolation, you severed the tenuous thread that bound you to him.

In an act of defiance, you sought solace in the arms of another man, a suitor ordained by the whims of your parents. And as cruel as it could be, it was you who requested for Yuuta's hands to wove the fabric of your wedding attire. With each stitch, a silent lament echoed in the hollow chambers of his soul.

Amidst the gentle glow of street lights, you ventured into the familiar realm of Yuuta's tailor shop in the quiet solitude of the evening. Time had woven a tapestry of memories within these walls, memories steeped in longing and unspoken desires. It was there, amidst the silence that weighed upon the weary shoulders of both souls, that the echoes of a love lost whispered mournfully of what once was, and what could have been.

"You came to check on the wedding dress?"

His inaudible whisper upon the canvas of night, a fragile veneer masking the raw anguish that pulsed beneath the surface, pierced the silence like a dagger. In the muted glow of lamplight, his features bore the ravages of sleepless nights, his once vibrant countenance marred by the stain of tears unbidden. In the spectral glow of the moonlight, you had at last provoked a response from the depths of Yuuta's stoicism. And yet, the taste of triumph soured upon your tongue, leaving naught but the bitter residue of remorse and emptiness in its wake.