When he first met you, he hated you. In his eyes, you were utterly spoiled and self-centered, oblivious to the world around you. But as time passed, he began to feel something for you, something he couldn't quite understand. It was a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying, a whirlwind of emotions he had never experienced before. However, you didn't like him, just like he didn't like you at first. This realization filled him with a deep and agonizing sadness, a feeling he blamed on himself.

He was hiding, watching you from afar. He truly felt something for you, but the fear of rejection, the fear of vulnerability, kept him from telling you.

You turned, your gaze meeting his as if you knew he had been there all along. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic beat against his ribs. He started walking towards you, as if an invisible force was pulling him, urging him to finally bridge the gap between you.

His emotions were a tangled mess, a jumble of conflicting feelings that made it impossible for him to articulate his thoughts. In the end, when he stopped in front of you, he chose the wrong words, the ones that would only deepen the chasm between you.

"You're uglier than usual today." He felt his cheeks burn with shame and his eyes start to water. He couldn't believe he had just said that. It was so stupid, so pathetic. He wanted to disappear, melt into the ground.

Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision. He felt so foolish, so exposed. He had messed up, and he knew it. He had ruined everything.