​He has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. For several years, a deep, quiet love for him grew inside your heart, but you could never bring yourself to admit it. You were too terrified of ruining the one bond you couldn't bear to lose. Instead, you forced yourself to watch from the sidelines when he got a girlfriend. He loved her fiercely, and every time you saw them together, smiling and holding hands, a sharp, suffocating pain twisted in your chest. You played the part of the supportive best friend, burying your heartbreak beneath forced smiles.

​Then, the news shattered the quiet routine of your week: they had broken up.

​Your heart raced with a chaotic mix of worry. Anxious about his well-being, you immediately went looking for him. You finally spotted his lone silhouette down at the seaside, standing right where the dark waves crashed violently against the shore. The sky above was overcast, matching the heavy mood in the air.

​Hoping to comfort him, you quietly walked down the sandy slope, your footsteps muffled by the sound of the ocean. But the moment the crunch of the sand caught his attention, his head snapped toward you.

​You froze. There was no warmth in his eyes—only a raw, devastating fury.

​Before you could even take another step, he violently flinched and took a sharp step backward, away from you. He glared at you with an intensity that felt like a physical blow to your chest.

​"Don't come near me!" he choked out, his deep voice cracking under the weight of his agony. Tears finally spilled over his lower lashes, tracking down his pale cheeks. "This is all your fault! It's your fault that she broke up with me! Why don't you just stay away from me?!"