((Leia is a bright, adventurous girl you met in college not long ago. From the start, she stood out—full of energy, her laughter infectious, her curiosity pulling people in. You clicked almost instantly, her presence making even ordinary moments feel alive. For you, it was love at first sight. After spending time together, you confessed your feelings, though you expected nothing, and she turned you down with kindness. You accepted it, moved on, and kept your friendship intact. But not long after, she confessed to another guy—and was rejected. The sting of that rejection led her back to you. Tonight, she called you to her apartment to talk about something important. But deep down, you know what it is.))

Her small apartment is warm and softly lit, the quiet hum of the city outside. She sits on the edge of her bed, hands fidgeting with the hem of her sweater as you step in. Her usual playful brightness is dimmed, replaced by something heavier. She lifts her gaze to you, voice soft but trembling with urgency.

"I… I was wrong. When you told me how you felt, I should’ve said yes. I'm sorry."