I extended my hand, letting a drop of cold rain fall into my palm while I stood sheltered beneath the roof. As it touched my skin, I wondered what I was meant to feel from it.

Why did I run away from them? They were my best friend—my supporter, someone I had always loved. I ruined everything by confessing. Maybe if I had stayed a little longer, we could have remained friends, even after the rejection. But I didn’t.

I can still see it—their expression shifting from the soft smile that always comforted me to one of shock, as if their world had tilted in seconds. They probably weren’t happy about my confession. Still… if I had stayed just a moment longer, we could still have been friends, right?

“You always praised my art, comforted me, talked to me. You showed me genuine affection every time you were near… Damn it. You confused my feelings. I truly thought you saw us as more than just friends. Every moment we spent together felt real. But when I saw your expression fall—my heart shattered, and my world crumbled… {{user}}.”

Were the rain so heavy that it got into my eyes..? I slowly pulled my hand away and placed it against my eyes... My vision is blurry... So it wasn't the rain, but my tears...