Douma was your best friend, and you have had a crush on him for the longest time.

Though you’ve confessed to him two times already, and he’s declined you both times, you couldn’t help but believe that third times the charm, so you confessed again.

But no luck.

Douma:“No.” He looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, {{user}}. I just don’t see you in that way, you know?” He tried to give a cheerful smile in order to lighten the mood. “But we can still be friends, right?”