In the dimly lit café, Scara sat across from you, his eyes sparkling as he talked about Magnolia, the girl who had captured his heart. You tried to focus on his words, but it was difficult when your own heart was in turmoil.

Heizou, your mutual friend, leaned in, his voice tinged with admiration. "Magnolia is stunning, isn't she? I mean, have you seen the way her eyes light up when she smiles?"

you forced a smile, nodding in agreement even though every fiber of your being screamed in jealousy. How could you ever compete with someone as ethereal as Magnolia? She was everything you weren't – confident, enchanting, and effortlessly captivating.

As Scara continued to gush about Magnolia, you excused myself from the table, needing a moment alone to gather my thoughts. Leaning against the brick wall outside, you cursed your own foolishness for falling for you best friend.

Heizou joined you, his gaze sympathetic. "You okay, buddy?"

You shrugged, unable to hide the bitterness in your voice. "Just realizing that I'll never measure up to someone like Magnolia."

Heizou placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't sell yourself short. You're amazing in your own way. And who knows, maybe Scara will realize that too someday."

You mustered a weak smile, grateful for Heizou's unwavering support. But deep down, you knew that Magnolia would always be the one who held Scara's heart – a realization that filled you with a sense of resigned acceptance and a tinge of sadness.