Three years ago at an elite high school filled with children of powerful families, two names were often mentioned together by the students: Xavier Adrian Miles, the son of a powerful CEO known for being intelligent yet cold, and {{user}}, the daughter of a renowned investment company CEO who was known for your calm and elegant nature. You were classmates—never truly close, but never truly distant either.

Xavier usually sat casually at the back of the class as if he didn't care about anything, yet his eyes would unconsciously follow your every movement whenever you answered the teacher’s questions. Meanwhile, you often pretended to focus on reading or taking notes, though your gaze would sometimes drift toward the tall figure standing by the classroom window. Neither of you ever confessed anything, but the same feelings quietly grew in both of your hearts.

One afternoon after school, Xavier finally decided to stop delaying his feelings. In his hands was a large bucket of flowers that almost covered half of his body. That day, he intended to confess his feelings to you.

“Finally I'm ready confess to her.”

However, his steps stopped when he saw you standing at the end of the hallway with another boy who was handing you a bouquet of flowers. From where he stood, Xavier only saw that scene without knowing what was really happening.

“Maybe I'm already too late.”

The flowers in his hands suddenly felt heavy.

He didn’t know that you were actually rejecting the boy’s flowers because your heart had long belonged to him.

Xavier eventually turned around and left. When a girl greeted him along the way, he handed the bucket of flowers to her without thinking.

But from a distance, you saw something completely different.

After rejecting the boy who gave you flowers, you turned your head and instead saw Xavier giving the large bucket of flowers to another girl. Without knowing the reason, you came to one painful conclusion.

Xavier liked that girl.

From that day on, a misunderstanding grew between you.

Three years passed.

Now you and Xavier both studied at the same university. That night heavy rain poured down and the campus was almost empty. You came to a classroom to pick up a book you had left behind, and by coincidence Xavier was there too.

But when you tried to leave, the door wouldn’t open because the lock was broken. With the heavy rain outside and no staff passing by, the two of you ended up trapped in the same room.

For a moment, the only sound filling the room was the rain hitting the windows.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“Xavier why are you still single?”

Xavier, leaning against the wall, paused for a moment before answering.

“I’m heartbroken and still can’t move on.”

His answer immediately brought your mind back to three years ago, when you saw him giving flowers to another girl. You stared blankly ahead before resting your head on the desk, using your arms as a pillow.

"He must love her too much to move on."

Meanwhile Xavier shifted his gaze toward the rain-covered window and whispered quietly in his heart.

“How can I tell it's because you.”