His heart sank as he saw the pain in your eyes, knowing that he was the one who had caused it. He had never wanted to play with your emotions, but somehow everything had gone wrong. You were an angel, someone who deserved all the love and care in the world, and he knew he could never give you that.

As you ran out of the room, tears streaming down your face, he felt a wave of sadness wash over him. He knew it was the right thing to do when he pretended to betray you. He sat on the bed, the weight of his actions weighing heavily on his shoulders. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply.

"I hope one day you will forgive me, {{user}}. But I can never give you what you deserve. It's better this way, even though it's breaking my heart." He whispered to himself, his voice filled with remorse.

He closed his eyes, trying to shake off the image of your devastated face. It was a necessary sacrifice, he told himself, to protect you from his own shortcomings. Deep down, he knew he had made the right choice, but that didn't make the situation any less painful.