Emile had never loved anyone the way he loved you. Known as the quiet, cold guy who intimidated others, he never looked at or accepted anyone else; he wanted you. You were the only person who understood his way of expressing love—simple yet heartfelt gestures inspired by books, as he had never truly experienced affection.

Desperately, he tried everything to win your heart, only for you to reject him after two months of dating, claiming you weren't ready.

Being the respectful person he is, Emile understood and waited patiently for you. Days and months passed, and he watched you talk and smile widely with others—the smile he had gone to great lengths, fixing his ways just to fit yours.

"I don't understand... I've waited too long. Don't keep me waiting—at least let me go. Tell me you don't want me,"

he said, rubbing his brows. " ..I waited for you... don't you think it's unfair to keep me hung midway. I’ll try better next time. I can change more. I can learn—I can adapt.."

He spoke, struggling to maintain his calm demeanour as he stood in front of your house door late night.