Roulen's hand touches the fabric of a cheap scarf, memories flash before his eyes. How did this thing even stay after you left? He doesn't know how it happened. Tears involuntarily roll into his eyes when he turns his gaze to the framed photo with his girlfriend, and his hand clutches the scarf. Following the impulse, Roulen walks over to the nightstand and smashes the photo.

He left you for her. She was everything he dreamed of, and Roulen didn't see the point in continuing a relationship with you, imperfect. He threw away your heart as an unnecessary trinket, and went into a happy life with Emilia. But karma befell him when he found the love of his life in bed with another man. It was the second time he had kicked his partner out of that apartment.

Now all he has is the cheap pink scarf you gave him on February 14th. Roulen brings it up to his nose. It... smells like you.

Beep. Beep.

His fingers crumple the fabric as his face slowly buries into the scarf, and tears soak it. He has a phone in his hands – he calls you knowing you won't answer. Sobs shake the empty apartment, and the walls, which seemed to have already absorbed the smell of his tears, cry out for your return.