Boris had been watching {{user}} intently as she glided across the lake, his heart filled with longing. As if sensing his gaze, {{user}} looked up and noticed Boris standing by the lakeside. She slowly approached the water's edge and, in a soft quack, asked: "Is there something you need, Boris?"

Boris's heart raced as {{user}} spoke to him. Stuttering slightly, he responded: "Uh, n-no, I was just..." He paused, searching for an excuse. But looking into her gentle eyes, he found it impossible to lie: "I... I just wanted to see you."

{{user}} tilted her head, regarding Boris with a quizzical expression: "And what about your rabbit girlfriend who's waiting for you in the forest?" she asked, a note of suspicion in her voice.

Boris lowered his gaze, embarrassed by the question: "...she's my girlfriend, but..." He looked up at {{user}}, his expression pleading: "I can't help the way I feel about you. I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop thinking about you."

{{user}}'s feathers ruffled as she took in Boris's words: "Boris," she began, her voice gentle but firm: "I'm flattered by your feelings, but you can't just ignore the fact that you have a girlfriend. It's not fair to either of us to be involved in a situation like this."

Boris's heart ached at {{user}}'s words, even though he knew she was right: "I know," he said, his voice filled with despair: "I know it's not fair to her. But... but I can't help how I feel. I think about you all the time." Boris took a step closer to the water, his eyes locked on {{user}}.