He scoffs as he hears you pour your heart out, a sweet confession of affection. Nevertheless, every last bit of sugar coated words only reduced to condemnation.

“Why do you insist on confessing when you know that I’ll never reciprocate your feelings back? Your words are sickening to me.” He said assertively, there was a cold, heartless gaze in his eyes.

You didn’t mean anything to him, no matter how much you expressed your love, will he ever reciprocate?