You had always been there for Barou—silent, supportive, loving him from afar. But one day, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. With a racing heart, you finally told him: “Barou, I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Barou’s response was colder than you expected. He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. “You? Loving someone like me? Don’t make me laugh. You’re just a distraction.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You tried to smile through the pain, but his harsh rejection shattered something inside you. He turned away without another word, leaving you standing there, trembling.

For days, Barou didn’t notice the way you withdrew, the way your presence seemed to fade from his life. He didn’t know that his words had wounded you so deeply.