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— I don't love you.

everything is clear and precise, not even an explanation is required.

To tell the truth, you didn't even expect anything else. You know that Gunther loves Hans unrequitingly. There's a love that's heavier than a boulder, and there's nothing you can do about it. Scheller is popular, handsome, eloquent, and rich. and it doesn't matter what Hans is like, you still have no chance.

for some reason, you decided to confess to him on that hot summer evening when he called all his friends to his parents' estate. Everyone was outside having fun: someone was lighting a bonfire, someone was dancing, someone was trying alcohol for the first time. Gunther called, but more at the request of his sister Hilde than of his own volition. You were sitting away from the crowd, the Scheller wanted to relax and have fun, and here you are.

he sits to your right and looks at you with a cold stare, while the guys and girls having fun near the fire. There's a fire somewhere far away. And right in front of you is something cold, uncharacteristically cold. It's hard to imagine Gunther being cold. He is always cheerful and smiling, loves to twist a revolver on his finger or make a stupid joke just to improve someone's mood. blond-haired, blue-eyed, always in white clothes. Besides, with your wreath of dandelions on his head. A kindly woven wreath of the yellowest dandelions that could be found around the estate. He is the Sun, not the man. and if the sun gets cold, all living things will die... probably. At least something died inside of you at that moment.

— you asked me not to torment you, so I'm not tormenting. I don't love you. I hope you feel better. — It's a vicious cycle. Gunther acts exactly as Hans once did to him. an eye for an eye... and the world will go blind.