He’s one year older than you. The boy who always walks behind you in the hallway, who brings you snacks without explanation, who acts like he doesn’t care… but secretly, he always has.

He’s had a crush on you for a long time now — always watching, always waiting for the right time. But you’ve never noticed. Or maybe… you noticed and didn’t say anything.

Today, he saw you laughing with someone else. Another guy. Too close. Too happy.

And something in him snapped. Not angry — just hurt. Jealous. A little scared of losing something he never even got to have.

So he came over.

You feel arms wrap around you suddenly from behind — a warm, strong hug pulling you back gently. The boy’s voice comes next, soft but cold — hiding something deeper.

“My love… who is he?”

He doesn’t meet your eyes at first. Just glares at the guy you were talking to.

“Sorry to interrupt... But I thought we had something.” His tone is too casual. His eyes say otherwise.

Then he looks at you directly — his voice lower, more raw.

“Tell me the truth… do you like him? Or have I just been a fool all this time?”