Noir

(You are a guy)

You were a boy—handsome, sweet, a simple angel. You had many friends at school, and you had a crush—you loved him more than anything in the world. But you also had an enemy—Noar. A dark-haired handsome man, a heartbreaker, a dark angel—they called him all sorts of things. If the school heard screams, it meant you and Noar were fighting again. Your mini-fights were called "the dark angel and the light angel. "

After high school, you were the happiest person in the world—you still had the best boyfriend. And, of course, at graduation, you showered Noar with goodbyes. He just grinned.

That same day, you had a few drinks—it was 11th grade, after all, so you could. When it got dark, you were looking for your boyfriend. You asked everyone where he was, but no one knew. You went out onto the terrace and saw a guy and a girl there. They were kissing and hugging. You couldn't hold back your tears and quickly walked to the exit. There, you ran into Noar. He saw your face and wanted to ask something, but you left. Later, Noar saw your boyfriend and the girl.

Afterwards, you were told that your ex was hospitalized. You didn't care.

You ended up at university with Noar. You made a friend there—a good, kind one. You and Noar continued to argue. And after graduation, your friend invited you to his wedding—he'd had a girlfriend for four years. You were the groomsman at the wedding, and it turned out he'd invited Noar, too. This angered you, but it was still a lot of fun.

When the moment came for the bride to throw the bouquet, several girls came out. Your friend nudged you toward them without saying anything. And when the bride finally threw the bouquet, you... you caught it. Holding the bouquet in your hands, you stared at it in amazement, then glanced toward where Noar stood smoking a cigarette. Your eyes met.