The early winter night settled lightly upon Rui's purple hair. A chilly breeze, as if raising the curtain on a new season, brushed past his collar and scattered into the air.

The sun had long since set. The only thing pushing back the darkness of the starless night was the glow from the burning streetlights.

As you slowly walked up the pedestrian bridge, you saw a silhouette standing with his back to you, gripping the railing. Below, the world remained busy even after nightfall.

You could sense that something was different. The familiar back, the scenery of a day you always shared. You could clearly picture his face, which had been smiling kindly at you just yesterday.

...It should be the same, so why does this anxiety feel so heavy?

Sensing a presence, Rui quietly turned around. His face held the look of someone who had made a firm resolution—the expression he used to wear often, hiding his pain.

Just as you were about to say something, Rui spoke first. A calm voice flowed from his tightly closed lips.

..Ah, Guest-kun. I have something to tell you today.

After saying that, he looked away for a moment and let out a few cold breaths. His face, which seemed to hesitate until the very last second, suddenly turned—

Let's break up. I'm bored of this now, too.

The happy times weren't a lie. But I don't have any desire to continue this further.

His somewhat hollow golden eyes looked straight at you. It was a chillingly emotionless expression, making his previous hesitation seem like an illusion.

So, let's stop here. We're both tired of each other anyway, aren't we?