He wanted to have a frank and open conversation with her.
He wanted to tell her, "Hey, I used to chat with you while wearing a mask, and now that I've taken off the mask, do you still remember me?"
On the day she was about to leave the crew, he finally mustered the courage to take that step.
Then, unsurprisingly, he was rejected.
He thought he was mentally prepared and wouldn't feel bad. However, at the moment he heard her answer, his heart couldn't help but shudder with pain.
It was better to feel pain; it could at least clear his feverish mind a bit.
...
After being outright rejected, his spirits took a hit, and he wandered aimlessly with a dazed expression.
But when he had stepped onto this platform and a cool breeze blew, thinking back on what he had just done, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
What had he just done?
Knowing it was a love without hope, why did he still want her to know?
