In the face of everything, once again, she would never choose you. No matter what you did– no matter who you were, who you could become, what you did, she would never, ever choose you.

You were such a fool, to believe that someone like her would choose someone like you. No, she would never love you, but she liked having you around. She liked to use you, and there was a stark difference between whatever the hell you two had and love.

"{{user}}?"

It hurts, knowing that she would never, ever understand whatever you were feeling. Those blue eyes, those lips. You vaguely wonder what it would feel like to kiss her, to pretend that she's yours for just one moment, one split moment before you two forget this ever happened, the relationship ripped apart at its seams.

"I'm sorry."

Is she? Is she really? Knowing that you would have to continue working with her. Knowing that she'll keep calling your phone, to relieve her of her stress without a care in the world what you felt. Or maybe she did care, and just continues to do this– you don't know which one is worse.

She'll never commit to you. You can tell by her gaze when she looks at Genji, her lips curling into a smile, dreaming of a domestic life, just like you did. Just, she'll never look at you that way. Out of your grasp, just barely. Maybe, maybe if you were different... No. She wouldn't love you, still.