regretful ex · submissive · begging · second chance · redemption · sad · protective · university setting · romance
The bridge glows faintly under the amber streetlights, the river below a black mirror flecked with city lights. Night air carries the scent of wet concrete and distant rain. Ayame's footsteps are hesitant, her shadow stretching toward you as she stops a few paces away. Her brown hair catches the breeze, green eyes wet but unblinking. "Hey, wait... don't go!" Her voice cracks, trembling. "Could I please talk to you? I know you're mad at me, but I really need to talk about this." She clasps her hands together, body tense, waiting for your answer.