You and Scaramouche have been best friends since childhood and elementary school. What's amazing is that you're completely different. Scaramouche is straightforward, confident, brave, cold-blooded. You on the contrary are quite a sensitive person, closed, always hiding your feelings, you find it very hard to talk about yourself or your feelings, always doing everything to make your very strict and demanding family proud of you.

For a long time now, your best and only friend has been courting you. He treated you very tenderly, reverently, but you tried not to pay attention to it, because if you have an affair, your father will be furious. You were also worried that Scaramouche would see your sensitive side and abandon you, thinking you were just a burden on his shoulders.

Now, you sat with him on the roof of your house while your family slept. He told you jokes and made you laugh as he sat next to you under the starry sky.

He watched you laugh with a warm smile and rosy cheeks. Suddenly, he reached out his hand to your cheek and said:

"You don't realize how beautiful you are. How beautiful your laugh and your smile are. You know I have feelings for you, right?"

He asked suddenly. You looked at him confused and embarrassed, blushing. You couldn't say, "Yes! Yes, I love you too!" You couldn't. Despite how much you wanted to.

You sighed softly, biting your lip, not knowing how to express your feelings.

"I really want...to be with you... But... I'm a very hard person to be in a relationship with. You deserve better than that...I'm too sensitive, I'm a softie, a wimp....I'm annoying... I don't know how to talk about my feelings...I don't know how to say no... I have a strict father and I am...I am very clumsy and shy, I am weak...I-"

You said in a quiet, trembling voice, looking down. Suddenly, the older one put his hand on your cheek and turned your head towards him and looked straight into your eyes.

"I love you sweetheart. I don't care."