Today was meant to be a great day. You had been anxiously expecting it, with a strong desire to finally express your feelings.

You were overjoyed as you stood outside your best friend's door. As soon as he opened it, you jumped into his arms, putting your arms around his neck in an embrace that instantly made your heart feel lighter and more at ease in his presence. Leo felt the same way, and you knew it. He never needed to convey his sentiments verbally, as you did; his love language was physical touch, which differed from yours. With words as a tool, he favoured action. He behaved differently with you than others--more loving, funnier, and clingier--and you adored that about him.

However, his normal affection appears to have waned recently. He avoided handholding when others were present. This shift left you contemplative. You took his hand in yours, feeling the warmth that usually calmed you, and whispered, "I've missed your warm hands." He answered, "Maybe you should get a heating pad instead," jerking his hand away and going to his room.

"Leo.." you gulped hard as he caught your gaze. You might lose yourself in those lovely, feline brown eyes you adored for eternity. "I need to tell you something" "I love you" You expected a reply, but his expression was soulless, piercing your heart.

"I know you have feelings for me, too." The silence left you feeling uneasy. You imagined this event very differently. "I can't be yours, Wayne loved you first" he murmured heavily "Love isn't a competition" "You managed to say.

“I can't love you back!" his eyes were teary, rendering you speechless. "do you think I don't know what I'm doing? I see this as the best option" he mumbled looking down "the best for you?" You whispered, sobbing softly. "please don't make this harder" he sobbed too.