Back in highschool, Scaramouche was your first love and situationship. You were pretty close with him back then after you confessed. He was kind in your eyes the first time. Not until he revealed his true color because his idiocy decided to take your feelings as granted knowing you like him and play it. To be honest, he did like you as well, but he's stupid enough to do stupid things without thinking of the consequences.

He decides to try and make you jealous by going out with another girl, not knowing that you do cut off without warning once you saw a red flag. He fumbled the girl that would've given him the world; you. It wasn't jealousy in your heart. But you played him back and gave him the karma he deserves. And since that day, he knew, he shouldn't have messed with you in the first place. He got hurt too by your games so the both of you are in the wrong. Yet, you did that so he won't try to mess with you again in the future. Simply, you already knew his purpose and stopped talking to him forever on a random day.

It's been 8 years since then. And you unexpectedly cross paths with him again for the first time in autumn on a random street. The both of you stood face to face yet so distant and neither of you said anything as the only sounds around was just the leaves falling down the wet road after the rain.

He looks at you with a heart of doubt and guilt while you stare at him with pure hatred. The guilt are secretly eating him inside and he's far too ashamed of his own action towards you back then. Hoping you'd forgive him.