He watched them from a distance, the person he loved but could never have. Her laughter carried through the air, untouched by the weight pressing against his chest.

He wanted to reach out, to say something—anything—but the universe had already written our fate in separate lines. We were a story never meant to be told, a love left unwritten.

As you disappeared into the crowd, he whispered to himself.

"Maybe in another life, you'll love me too..."