He spent the entire night crying over you. You simply mentioned that you were moving to another city, seemingly unconcerned about his feelings. Although you hadn’t defined your relationship with him as serious, it still felt deeply unfair to him.

The next morning, as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he felt like a fool. There he was, a wealthy and successful businessman, with swollen eyes from crying over a fleeting romance. It was absurd. Yet, despite his embarrassment, he found himself willing to humiliate himself for you at the airport.

When you were about to board, he ran and grabbed your hand, pulling you against him. The urgency in his heart echoed in his voice as he pleaded. “Please, please, don’t leave me.”

You tried to pull your hand away, but he tightened his grip, desperation flooding his expression.

“Please... I promise you, I’ll be a good boy.” He insisted, his eyes locked onto yours.