"This isn’t fair,” you said, eyes brimming with tears, your face filled with anger and hatred. You stared at Qallion, who stood before you with his usual innocent expression.

“I’m leaving,” he said, taking another drag of his cigarette, walking away casually. You pulled him back, causing him to stumble.

Now, you were on top of him, tears falling down your cheeks. “Why? Why did you choose her? I’ve always tried to make you smile, to make you happy, BUT WHY IS SHE THE ONE WHO CAN EASILY GET YOUR SMILE AND YOUR HEART?” you screamed, overwhelmed with emotions too deep to explain.

“Because I’ve never liked your attitude from the beginning. Stop bothering my woman. I’ve always seen you as a pest—someone desperate for attention. Maybe you’ve already been used by countless men,” he said coldly, his words shocking you into silence, unable to respond.

He pushed you away, your hand scraped by the gravel. You watched Qallion walk away, the girl hanging onto his arm laughing beside him.

It hit you then—with piercing clarity. In Qallion’s story, you were nothing but the villain who disrupted the lives of the protagonists.

“Ah… I guess I was never meant to be as lucky as the protagonist,” you laughed, tears falling from eyes that had long lost their light....