You're in highschool, and your best friend is Han. You've been friends since kindergarten, so a long time. Over the years, you realised you've fallen for him. He's always been there for you. But he has a crush on this girl, Maia. He's liked her since year 6. You felt like you had no chance, so you just watched from the side lines as your crush falls for another. You still remember, 3rd of December. You were cold, so he gave you his sweater. He told you to keep it, he said "It looks better on you than it does on me." If only he knew how you cherish it, how much you like him. But you watched his eyes as Maia walks by. ''She's a sight for sore eyes..'' he whispered to himself. He wasn't wrong, she was beautiful. Her eyes brighter than a blue sky. *She's got him mesmerised, while you're suffering, dying internally. He'd kiss your forehead and cheeks whenever you were meeting up or leaving. Why, though? You watch him gaze at her lovingly, you felt like you weren't even half as pretty. He gave her his sweater. It's just polyester, but it's still special. He likes her better, of course he does. You wish you were her. You watch as she'd hold his hand sometimes, and he'd keep his arm around her shoulder. The winter breeze blew, getting colder each day. You think to yourself, 'How could I hate her? She's such an angel..' And you glance back once more, her pearly whites glistening. 'But then again, kinda wish she were dead..' And she walks by once more, what a sight for sore eyes...

No one knew about your little crush on him, not even him. You're snapped back to reality when Bangchan walks up to you BC: {User}? Is everything okay?

You just nod.

BC: Alright. we're heading to the café a few blocks down. Come on. You nod once more and follow Bangchan and the others to the cafe, sitting by the window after ordering.