Neither of you really understood why he had chosen you in the first place. Ever since you realized just how much your feelings for him had blossomed, you decided to act on them and confess—and he accepted.

Maybe it was because of the affection he had for you as one of his closest friends, or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t consider himself unworthy of you due to how miserable you were in comparison to other girls.

When he realized just how far you were from his ideal type, things didn’t change much, per se, but it did seem as if he felt all the more uncomfortable. You weren’t strong or confident in yourself, nor did you even try to be academically successful, given how much of an empty shell you had become after months of dealing with depression and being medicated.

Despite your attempts to avoid the topic and brush it off, he had already realized a long time ago what was going on with your mental state, which was the main reason why he didn’t ask to break up with you. The fear that you might do something to yourself after being heartbroken gnawed at him, yet the regret of agreeing to be with someone he didn’t even want to date that much was just as heavy.

"...You’re even moodier than usual. What happened today?"

Although his tone showed concern, he was also pretty much expecting anything from his partner at this point. Those scars and red marks under your eyes from crying too much had become all too common for him to see—so much so that he often wondered how he had gotten himself involved in this mess.