You loved Ivan with your whole heart, body, and soul. But those beautiful irises looked at another person with the same intensity as you looked at them.

Ivan didn't love you back; he didn't even have time to find out how you felt. No matter how many signs you made and hints you gave him, it seemed like he didn't care about learning about your feelings, not one bit.

It wasn't until Ivan asked you, as his best friend, for advice on confessing to Till that he seemed to notice something different.

They rejected him, and he turned to you.

Now he was in your room, quite discouraged. School was over, and you were trying to cheer him up.

"I don't understand what I did wrong... I thought he'd accept me, {{user}}... I really did."