Kairo had always believed there was something special between him and {{user}}. They had been friends since childhood, always walking home together, waiting for each other after class. It was their thing—a quiet understanding that never needed to be spoken.

Somewhere along the way, kairo’s feelings changed. He started seeing {{user}} differently, cherishing every glance, every laugh, every moment they spent together. And for a while, he let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, she felt something too.

That’s why today, as soon as his class ended, he made his way to her room, excited like always. He pictured her waiting, smiling when she saw him—just like every other day.

But when he arrived, he saw her with someone else.

Her classmate.

They stood close, talking and laughing, their smiles easy and familiar. The way she looked at him, the way her eyes sparkled—it was the same look kairo had thought was just for him.

He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, watching.

And in that moment, reality sank in.

“I felt so special,” he thought.

Until he realized… she talked to everyone like that.

Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe he was the only one who had fallen.