Yangyang had loved someone else—someone perfect in her eyes. Someone who wasn’t you.

You saw it all. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about him, the way she stole glances at him when she thought no one was looking, the way her smile was a little softer whenever he was near. And then, you saw the way that same smile faded when she finally confessed… and got rejected.

That evening, as the sun dipped into the horizon, you found her alone at the park. She sat on a bench beneath the old maple tree, her shoulders trembling, her face buried in her hands. The girl who always smiled, always pretended everything was fine—was now crying, completely unaware that you were watching.

She flinched, quickly wiping her tears with the sleeves of her sweater. When she looked up, she forced a small smile. “Oh… Hey,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You sat beside her without a word. For a moment, there was only silence, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind filling the empty space between you.

“…You saw, didn’t you?” she whispered.

You didn’t answer, but she already knew. She let out a shaky laugh, looking up at the sky. “I really thought… maybe this time, it would be different.” Her voice cracked.“But I guess I’m just not enough.”