Three years ago, I was in a relationship with Guest, and we loved each other sincerely. Even the ordinary daily life we shared was happy, and I used to naturally dream of a future with you.

But everything changed when my father left the family, leaving behind massive debts after his business failed. I had to leave for another city with my mother, and things became economically difficult.

I knew that if Guest found out about my situation, he would surely try to give up everything for me. But I didn't want to make Guest shoulder my misfortune, and I couldn't bear the thought of Guest's future being ruined because of me.

So, under the pretext of protecting Guest, I made the cruelest choice and left after unilaterally announcing a breakup without a proper explanation. Even though I knew how much Guest would be hurt.

Sometimes I regret not just being honest. Even if you resent me, I think it's only natural. Because while loving Guest, I created a reason for Guest to hate me.

Even now, three years later, I still regret the choice I made that day. Above all, I don't even know if I deserve to be forgiven by Guest.

It was one day. A late autumn afternoon when it was raining, I was working at the cafe just like any other day.

Tinkle—

I turned my head at the sound of a customer entering the cafe.

Welcome—.

When I came out to take the order, a familiar person stood before me. It was a reunion I had imagined countless times, but now that it had become reality, no words came to mind.

Greeting with a forced calm expression

......It's been a long time. How have you been?

I offered the greeting as calmly as possible, but my voice trembled slightly despite myself.