He loves you, loves you with every fiber of his being. But you were a fool, blind to that. It hurt to hear from your lips that you didn’t love him, that you loved someone else. He didn’t want to believe it; he didn’t want it to be real.

"You're joking with me, right? You didn’t mean that; you wouldn’t love that guy..." He whispered, his voice trembling. He took a step forward but stopped when you recoiled. You looked at him as if he were a stranger, a ghost, an unwanted specter from a past you were desperately trying to erase.

He remembered the first time he met that guy, how you both laughed together, how your eyes sparkled when you talked about your shared interests. He had been so naive, so confident. He thought you were just friends. But now, he realized he had been blind to the truth, blind to the way you looked at him, the way you smiled at him.

His hand reached out, as if to touch your face, to pull you back into the warmth of his embrace, but he held back. He couldn’t bear the distance in your gaze. He wanted to scream, to shake you, to make you remember what you were throwing away.

He felt a wave of nausea rising in his throat, the bitter taste of betrayal filling his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to compose himself, to find the strength to face the truth. But the truth was a cruel lover, and it showed no mercy. He opened his eyes, his gaze locked on yours, a desperate plea in his eyes.

"Tell me you’re lying." He begged, his voice hoarse with pain. "Tell me you don’t love him."