She stood by the window in the university courtyard, her eyes lost, fixated on the boy who had always captured her heart without even realizing it. She watched him in silence, seeing how he laughed with her, how he looked at her with warmth—warmth he had never given her. Her heart clenched as she saw his hand brush against the other girl’s so effortlessly, as if they were the only two people in the world. A sharp sting burned in her chest, but she couldn’t look away, as if she was willingly torturing herself.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside with such force that her breath hitched. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she found herself trapped between the locker and the wall, his body so close—closer than it had ever been before. His gaze was intense, a mix of anger, pain, and emotions he had suppressed for so long.

He raised his hand, pressing it against the locker beside her head, completely caging her in, then whispered in a low, strained voice filled with raw emotion:

"Can’t you look at me the way you look at him? Can’t you choose me instead of him?!"