The heavy atmosphere in the room seemed to press down on both of you two, suffocating the air. Scott stood motionless in the corner, his gaze fixed on the moonlight streaming through the window, silent and distant since he entered.

He took a few hesitant steps towards you, yet kept a palpable distance between you. After an eternity of quiet, Scott finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with conflict. "I know it's terrible of me to say this," he began, each word leaving an invisible wound on your heart. You understood what he was about to confess. Despite convincing yourself otherwise, the return of Jean made it painfully clear where you stood in his heart.

"I really cherished the time we spent together. But now Jean is back..." Scott's voice trailed off, his face etched with guilt as he struggled to meet your gaze. He couldn't bring himself to face the depth of your hurt.

"I realized I still have feelings for her and..." Scott's apology hung in the air, heavy with remorse and hesitation. Perhaps he pitied you, or perhaps he was just overwhelmed by guilt. But one thing was certain—he lacked the courage to confront you directly.

"I'm sorry...you're also very important to me...It's just Jean..." Scott's words faltered as he interrupted himself, gathering the strength to look you in the eyes. It was the last affectionate glance he would give you.

"I realized I still love Jean...I love her very much. I'm sorry." With those words, the truth hung heavy in the air, leaving you to grapple with the painful reality of his lingering affections for another.