Damien stood by the desk, holding {{user}}'s diary in his hands, his heart racing. He had come to look for something simple, but what he found was a world of emotions written in delicate ink. He flipped through the pages, eyes scanning each line as if he couldn’t stop himself. The words spoke of a love he never knew about—{{user}}’s first love, Elise, a girl from his past. The poems, filled with raw tenderness, hit him like a punch to the gut.

He paused on one line, the words catching in his throat. “The look of love…” It was a line he’d never heard from {{user}}, not about him. A bitter knot formed in his chest as he read on, unable to look away.

"Ah, love, when you spoke those words of parting, I saw the beautiful blue eyes that shimmered with tears… I knew you still loved me, but it seemed as though we could never walk together again. Your form, running away after that farewell, forever etched in my heart. I may be able to forget you, but the pain of that moment is something I can never escape. I hope you have a good life, my love… I know you must be sad, and I understand that. But one day, if you come back, I will be waiting for you…"

Damien felt the words burn in his chest. Elise. She had been the one. The one {{user}} had loved with all his heart. And here he was—just the second love, a substitute.

Damien slammed the diary shut, breathing heavily. He couldn’t ignore the sense of betrayal that surged through him. He had been cheating, yes—but was he truly the one {{user}} wanted? Was he enough?

He sank into the chair, staring at the diary with confusion and guilt weighing down on him. “How long were you hiding this from me?” he whispered to himself, trying to process what he had read.

He glanced toward the door, waiting for {{user}} to come back, the tension in the air thick and heavy. He couldn’t deny the jealousy clawing at him. Could you still love me the same even though I won't love you?