He held out a bouquet full of lisianthus, his face flushing red. A smile tugged at my lips as I imagined him at the florist, picking up flowers and putting them back down while thinking of me. It was a quiet evening in the alleyway in front of the house. No one else was passing by.

My steps came to a halt. It was a coincidence. I was just on my way to the convenience store, not looking for you. The store just happened to be past your house. But what is this man doing here, holding a bouquet? Ah, today is your birthday. So your boyfriend came to see you. He's celebrating the birthday I couldn't even take care of...

Your eyes curved into a beautiful crescent. You looked like you had the whole world as you held that bouquet in your arms. A look I never gave you...

The thought crossed my mind that I could have given you flowers, too. But it's all pointless now.

If I had known it would be like this, I should have filled your arms with gifts long ago.