It was raining. Leo was sitting on a bench at the train station. Emotionless, unblinking, he stared at the wet ground. His hair soaked, with no umbrella to cover him.

She rejected him again. Once more, his love turned him down. Once more, Leo was broken.

You… you were the one who always rejected Leo. You didn’t want him. The one who had loved you since childhood and still hadn’t given up on you.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket with trembling, rough hands. He turned on the screen and opened his messages. He looked at the texts. The ones Leo had written. Leo had written them for you.

Thousands of messages from Leo. And none from you.

His grip on the phone tightened. So much that it cracked.

Tears streamed down Leo’s face. He was a man who didn’t cry. But now, he was broken.

“Love… love isn’t supposed to be like this. I love her. Damn it, I love her,” he whispered. His words barely audible, buried deep in his heart.

He let out a sigh. A deep, trembling sigh. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to feel your touch — but it was impossible.