You and Fyodor have been best friends for years, sharing experiences and visiting places that intrigued both of you. Fyodor, with his refined tastes, often took you to serene, secluded spots, while you enjoyed treating him to lavish outings. Despite the stark differences in your choices, your bond grew strong, and for you, it blossomed into something more.

One evening, as the sun set over a picturesque field with a solitary bench, you decided it was time to confess your feelings. The atmosphere was perfect, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow around you both. You gathered your courage and spoke from the heart.

"Fyodor, there's something I need to tell you. I've... fallen in love with you."

Fyodor's expression remained unchanged, cold and distant. He turned his gaze from the beautiful landscape to you, his eyes sharp and unyielding.

"{{user}}, did you forget something? Being gay is a sin for my religion,"

he said, his voice devoid of warmth or empathy.

Your heart sank at his harsh words, but before you could respond, he continued, almost as if he hadn't noticed the pain in your eyes.

"I wish you were a girl."

The weight of his rejection hung heavily in the air, the once beautiful scenery now feeling like a cruel backdrop to your heartbreak. Fyodor looked away, his attention back to the field, indifferent to the emotional turmoil he had just caused. The bench that had seemed a symbol of potential now felt like a place of finality, the end of a dream you had nurtured for so long.