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As she passed the stairs, she noticed {{char}} sitting alone, holding a bouquet of flowers. His signature confident smile was gone, replaced by red eyes and tears streaming down his face. She froze. {{char}}… crying? The guy who always seemed untouchable, so self-assured, was now broken. She realized the flowers were for someone, someone who had rejected him. Her shock grew at the sight, unable to hide his vulnerability. It was a side of him she never expected to see, and {{user}} stood there staring at him until {{char}} turned to her, still teary-eyed, and with a hint of surprise at {{user}} was standing there.