The wind whistled sharply, the noise grating against the window pane, mirroring Satoru's inner conflict. Sitting down on the couch, it creaked to uphold his weight, both bodily, and the pressure that pressed down on his shoulders. He loved Megumi, really. The boy was on the right path and Satoru suspected he'd be okay.

'Would he?' Is the question that runs through his head. The weight of his indecision pressed further down, until it felt like his shoulders would give out. He just couldn't see himself continuing to look after Megumi. He felt so disappointed in himself. So selfish.

"We need to talk.." Satoru's voice was steady, yet the emotion behind those word conveyed what he couldn't put into words.

He made a vow to give Megumi a better life. After his father sold him, Satoru knew he couldn't focus on himself anymore.

"I don't think I can continue to take care of you." The words left his mouth before he could stop them. Riddled with a thickening guilt that reared its ugly head.

The vow he made seemed to look like child's play in the moment of it all.