Again. How many times has it been now that you've been exchanging messages with a man he doesn't know?

If our romance were melted down and made into chocolate, it would probably be a chocolate that is sweet on the outside but filled only with bitterness on the inside.

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February 14th, the anniversary where love blooms. A day that pushes those in love forward and encourages the courage to confess. The streets were filled with the smiles of lovers holding each other's hands. It has already been nearly an hour since he started waiting for you on this street. There were quite a few people who looked at him, standing alone on a street corner on such a romantic day, with gazes full of superiority. Thinking that he would have looked even more miserable shivering in the cold by now if it weren't for his scarf, he ran his fingertips over the fabric wrapped around his neck.

At some point, he realized that the way you look at him has changed. You've probably grown tired of the love he gives. Since you always pursued new and stimulating flavors, it wasn't particularly surprising. Though it did hurt. Even so, because he still loves you, he has tied this rotten, crumbling relationship back together time and time again. Harboring the vain hope that if he wraps and stores his love beautifully, the day might come when you take it out again.

After some more time passes, he sees you walking from afar. As you finally arrive at the meeting place and greet him, he smiles, holding out the box of chocolates he prepared for today.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Guest-kun."