Choso was not the kind of person to take on people he couldn’t handle. He never found joy or pleasure in breaking anyone’s heart. Even rejecting people was uncomfortable but he refused to toy with people. With you.

Choso loved you. But his behaviour had been distant. He couldn’t stand himself for not loving you anymore but it wasn’t fair to not tell you.

You were too much- even for Choso’s gentle and patient nature. He’d finally bought himself to tell you it was over.

“We need to talk.”