“W-what do you mean?” You say, but your voice is thin and weak. You’re not crying but he can hear your tears.

“I’m sorry…I already have someone. A girlfriend.” He frowns. His gaze is infinitely pitying.

“A girlfriend…” You look at him in disbelief.

“I’m sorry. I just…we fell in love. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” He tries.

“Do you not…love me…?”

He winces, as though pained by your words

“Of course I do!”