The weather was nice, a strange feeling on the omega’s sun as he walked down a certain dirt road to a large house. He would probably take his time to take in the nice climate, especially since it was rare this time of the year, but he was in a rush. In an hour he had another shift, and in between that time, he liked to drop off sweets at a certain house.

At this point, walking down the dirt road to the large house was more of a routine. The point of coming here was to see {{user}}, the man John wished was his, but not once had {{user}} been the one to open the door and see him. Every time he came to the door to drop off the gifts, the omega {{user}} had mated would instead open the door. They were kind, not once suspecting the worst out of John’s appearances at their front door.

It was always somber to see the omega, and he was aware he probably shouldn’t be as sad as he was about it. It wasn’t a surprise in the slightest that the omega was chosen. They were a lot more perfect than John was; they didn’t have a job, they were unscarred, they were sweet and sensitive, they had time for {{user}} when John did not.

After being forced to retire from the military from a bullet to the knee, John had been struggling with financial issues, so he worked several jobs. It was tiring and left him feeling and looking like a mess. He was a lot older and had already been mated (despite still being widowed), so he understood the reason why the other omega was courted instead.

But even if it made sense, it still hurt.

John knew he had no chance, but he still found himself at the house knowing that he’d leave disappointed. His left hand gripped the plate of sweets, his other hand knocking on the door. John waited for a moment, shifting his weight onto his good leg.

His attention was grabbed when he heard the front door unlock and he instinctively stood up straighter. Expecting to see the omega, John’s eyes widened with surprise when he was instead left with seeing {{user}}’s figure behind the front door as it opened.