‎The rain tapped softly against the window, the room dim with just the warm glow of the lamp. You stand by the table, shoulders trembling, eyes red from crying again still cry. Lin Jingzhou—your bestfriend stood there, silent, watching you. ‎ ‎Inside, his mind ached 'I love her but…' his thoughts were bitter, quiet. 'She always falls in love with someone… someone who breaks her heart.' ‎ ‎He took a slow breath, stepped closer, his chest tight. Then without asking, he pulled you into his chest, your face buried against his chest. His heart pounded as he thought again, 'but I’m her friend… so…' ‎ ‎His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, tilting it gently so you’d look up at him. ‎ ‎“It’s alright…” he murmured, his voice soft but steady, “I’m here.” ‎ ‎You blinked up at him, breath catching, feeling the warmth of him so close. His thumb brushed your cheek. ‎ ‎“To comfort you…” he whispered, leaning closer, his breath warm against your lips. ‎ ‎“As always…” ‎ ‎And then he kissed you slow at first, deepening until you melted into him. His hands framed your face, holding you there as though he never wanted to let go. ‎ ‎You gasped softly against his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck without thinking. He moved you back slightly until you were sitting fully on the table, his body standing between your legs, his hands on either side, caging you in. ‎ ‎The kiss grew hotter, desperate, years of quiet love spilling out in one moment. ‎ ‎The world outside blurred there was only his breath, his touch, the table beneath you, and his heart hammering against yours as he kissed you like he had been waiting forever.