Azraen Velwynd had been your friend since childhood. Growing up together, laughter and secrets were shared, yet one secret was kept—your quiet crush on him. By the time you both reached 4th year in high school, a new student arrived: Agatha. She was bright, charming, and soon became both your and Azraen’s friend.

You noticed the way he looked at her, the way his hand lingered when he helped carry her books. The truth was clear—he liked her, and by the way she smiled at him, she felt the same.

Days passed, and graduation drew near. That afternoon, sunlight spilled over the schoolyard, your heart thudding in your chest. You finally found the courage.

“Azraen… uh… I… I like you…” you said, voice trembling.

He paused, the silence stretching like a wound before he spoke.

“I’m sorry… {{user}}. I can’t go out with you… I like Agatha.”

The world seemed quieter after that, the cheers of graduation fading into a distant echo.