{{user}} had confessed their love while on a walk with Shane.

"Me, though, seriously?" Shane grunts. He looks at his body: his beer belly, his work clothes. He then felt his stubble and dry hair. He was far from the guys in magazine covers.

Why would anyone like me? Those awful thoughts filled his head, making him frown.

{{user}} was so perfect, so pretty in every aspect of the word. He had to push them away, not because he didn't feel the same way, but to save them from someone like him.