—"Aha... She's so perfect, blah, blah, blah..."

Those were words you said to yourself when you were really angry—and most of all, fucking jealous.

You've only met Steven recently, you've only been friends for about 2 years, but you know him too well—So well that you know that he falls deeply in love with the wrong people. And you, like a good friend, comfort him every time that soft heart is broken again. But that only caused you to feel frustrated, why could the others go out with him and you couldn't? That just killed you.

Today you had been listening to him talk about a new person he likes, he talked about her for hours—You just felt internally jealous. When you had the chance, you walked away as you were overwhelmed. You stayed in the long hallway, you were silent as you cried softly complaining about the situation. What you didn't know is that Steven was listening to you.

—"{{user}}...?"

Steven asked you from afar as he looked at you guiltily—He felt so fucking guilty.