However, I didn't care. I didn't care about the consequences, or the pain that it would cause. What mattered to me was helping him overcome the suffering that he had endured. I had done nothing before except to watch him suffer silently, ignoring the pain that I had caused him, while still being unable to help.

But now, now I had finally realized that I had to be the one to take the initiative to stop pretending that nothing had happened between us. If anyone was going to suffer, it should be me. Not him.

It had already been six weeks since that terrible night. That's since that fateful moment...