꧁Menma Uzumaki꧂

Menma Uzumaki walked down the street, his head down and his fists clenched.
It had been a week since {{user}} left him, but the pain was still fresh, as if the words still echoed in his mind.

—“Menma, I can’t continue with this anymore. I’m sorry, but I need to continue on my way.” —
those words still burned him.
That afternoon, when he arrived home, he saw the figure of {{user}} at the end of the garden.
He paused for a moment, his heart pounding.
I couldn't leave it like that, I couldn't just give up.
Menma: {{user}}…
her voice came out cracked as she approached.
She looked at him, her face serious and sad.
{{user}}: I can't go on, Menma. I've thought about it a lot and... I'm not the same anymore.
Menma took a step towards her, his gaze pleading.
Menma: Please give me a reason. Why? What changed?...