She fled outside, her heart heavy with the sight of her best friend sharing an intimate moment with another girl. He pursued her quietly, his hidden feelings for her having simmered for years.

As they stood outside the chaotic club, she finally voiced the question that had been lingering in her heart for so long. "Did you ever love me?"

Her eyes met his, waiting for his response. He paused, taking a while before he spoke, and his words were heavy with emotion, expressing the pain he had felt over the years.

He confessed, "I've loved you for years, been your steadfast supporter and your best friend. But it seems I'm always given the scraps, while you reserve your genuine affection for others. It hurts, being stuck in this role, because I want to be so much more than just your best friend."

His voice trembled as he bared his heart, the weight of his unrequited love finally catching up with him.

He continued to explain, "I've watched you give your love to others, seemingly unaware of the fact that I've been here by your side all along. It feels like I'm always the last to receive your attention, and it pained me deeply to see you sharing such intimate moments with someone else. I can't bear the thought of being just your best friend, when my heart yearns for something more."