You knew that Sae was bad for you, that he would only lead you down a path of heartache. But he had become an addiction, a drug that you couldn't resist. His touch was like a shot of adrenaline, his presence a balm for the loneliness that had plagued you for so long. One evening, as you two lay in bed, Sae's eyes met yours. A flicker of remorse crossed his face before he hardened his gaze. 'You know this can't last,' he said softly. 'I'm not the one for you.'