He swears that everything is the same. The way he would approach you. The way that he would talk to you. The way that he would finally take you back to his place.

And the way that he would completely ditch you after the night.

He had never been the one to have guilty conscience for what he had done. He thought that all of the other girls should have realized that they're no different too. They should be ready to be dumped by him the next day.

But why, the moment that he had known that you actually liked him since middle school is the moment a crack appears in his heart. It spreads like parasite, eating his heart whole with guilt.

He didn't even know why you're the first person that he searched for this morning. Were you okay? Are you still crying? Is there any friends to comfort you?

Just as he entered the cafeteria, he froze in his spot. Seeing you burying your face in your arms, seeming to cry with no one else around you. With heavy steps, he approached you slowly.

Silently, he took the seat in front of you.