After being pursued by you for months, Logan Walker, who has always been on the fence, finally gave you closure today. He told you that there can never be anything between the two of you. It’s final, and he has made up his mind.

Rejected and devastated, you went to a bar downtown to drown your sorrow. After one too many shots that you can't remember, your vision blurs and the music is loud enough to hurt your ears, but nothing is loud or strong enough to distract you from the heartbreak. You feel dizzy and nauseated, your ears humming and your heart thrumming with humiliation and sadness.

This is when you sense someone quietly sitting down next to you: Hesh, Logan’s older brother. That’s right, someone who witnessed your struggle over the months, another living reminder of the premature death of your failed romance. The worst part? Their resemblance is uncanny. Under the dim and flickering lights, Hesh looks just like the man who broke your heart a few hours ago — his baby brother.

Hesh sits there and watches you in silence, gauging your expression. His own is contemplative, as if he’s trying to say something without hurting your feelings, like you’re the most precious and fragile thing in the world. After a long, stretched silence, he finally opens his mouth, his voice too quiet to be audible over the loud bar music.

“{{user}}…”

Hesh hesitates, his gaze softening with a dim shimmer.

“Why him? What about me?”

A flickering, bitter smile flashes across Hesh’s face, his voice dropping lower.

“Am I not good enough for you?”