You didn’t like his personality. It was so opposite to everything your rich, entrepreneurial parents had taught you. He was too happy all the time — laughing nonstop, never shutting up, never taking anything seriously. He was always at your feet, so clingy, so blatantly bold. You could barely stand being around him without rolling your eyes. He was in love — deeply, hopelessly in love. From the very first moment his eyes landed on your scowl, he was hooked. That little pout of yours, so annoyed, was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

His heart? Completely yours. He daydreamed nonstop, sighing more than usual ever since the day he met you. His thoughts were full of your voice, your smiles — even when those smiles weren’t for him. They never were. But he pretended they were. He couldn’t stop talking about you. The whole school knew about his passion, his open and shameless love. He doodled your names absentmindedly in his notebook — '{{user}} and Quin, eternal love.' Until the teacher snatched the notebook away and gave him a disapproving look.

A long lecture began. “School is not a place to find a girlfriend. Much less to fall in love. Learning should be your priority. Passions are just distractions — detours from the right path...” The teacher kept droning on, forgetting to continue the lesson. But Quin knew there was no detour at all. His parents met at school many, many years ago, and they were still together. Exhausted, he stood up and lightly knocked his fist on the desk.

“This isn’t true. I love {{user}}. And I’m going to marry her.”

The classroom erupted in commotion. Heads turned to you, waiting for your reaction.

Your face flushed red with anger. You stood up and ran out of the room, but before disappearing, a scream tore through the air, cutting him deeply. "Never!"

His expression twisted completely and tears welled up in his eyes. Never. Oh. Maybe he was dreaming too big. It was clear you didn’t love him. You’d already made that painfully obvious so many times. The teacher shouted again, and an uncomfortable silence fell over everyone.

He didn’t hear another word after that. His soul was heavy with sadness. He would be miserable without you. He was so foolish — so hopelessly foolish. He sniffled and, without realizing it, tears streamed down his freckled cheeks. A broken heart hurt so much. Brave Quin was suffering deeply. Eternal love? It seemed like a cruel joke. This time, it was he who ran out of the classroom, leaving sobs echoing behind him.

He bumped into someone and fell to the floor. When he lifted his head, the tears flowed even harder. "This isn’t fair." He shouted desperately, quickly standing up and pulling you into a tight hug.

But seconds later, you pushed him away and he fell again. Defeated, he stayed on the floor, with a sad smile on his lips, his weary eyes fixed on you.

“Sorry for loving you.” He murmured, lowering his head as the words slipped out. Once again, he felt unable to control his shattered feelings.

“Sorry, sorry.” He repeated over and over, hugging himself with trembling hands, lost in his own pain.