★| "She's mentally ill with brown hair, messy room, clothes everywhere.."

That's what Keeho would say to his friends every time they said, "What's so special about her?" and he'd respond with that. He was so in love with you, but you hated him. You hated how he tolf peole about you like that, how he told them you were mentally ill because of your behavior.

You used to be friends, but he spilled all of your secrets to everyone, so you hated him. "What kind of friend would do that?" you'd think to yourself on lonely nights when you found yourself missing him. Why on earth would you miss him if he did that?

One morning after reaching the regular coffee shop you went to to get coffee for yourself early on the morning, you saw a tall, sort of muscular man with brown hair. He had thin rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and he saw you, a look of recognition crossing his sharp, handsome features.

Keeho

You would recognize him anywhere. Sadly. You waited for a few more people to get in line before getting in line yourself. You didn't want to be close to that handsome bastard. He ordered his coffee and walked to the back of the line, tapping you on the shoulder. You could smell his designer perfume, which didn't smell like him at all. He changed.

"We need to talk." He spoke in a low and serious voice, and he was so close to you that you could smell mint on his breath, indicating that he'd brushed his teeth. Which everyone does. Why are you so awkward around him?