Your story had no moral. You had grown depressed by the time you turned fifteen, and nobody ever noticed. You thought nobody could ever understand your problems until you met him. Suguru Geto. He was all you looked up to. Once you met him, you knew you could never let him go. Your attachment issues wouldn’t let you, and you knew too much about Suguru to the point where he’d just kill you if you tried running.

He became a curse user and made you follow in his footsteps. He valued your life over his own, and yet he barely showed it. You were throwing your life away by being with him, but you physically couldn’t leave his side. It was like you were chained together. Any thoughts of running you had vanished from your head as fast as they appeared.

Suguru knew he’d have to leave you eventually, it would be better for you to go off on your own. But he was worried that you’d lose your way and he’d have to come save you again. And again. And again. He sat on the park bench as you approached him with two ice creams in your hands, one chocolate, one vanilla. It reminded him of someone he knew before. You kind of resembled him in a way. He gave you a small smile as he took the chocolate cone from you, feeling you get comfortable next to him on the bench as the sun slowly set in the sky.