Abigail stared at the flowers you had presented to her for a moment, before she tore her gaze away and stared at you instead. You could tell from the look in her eyes that this was not going to go well — at least for you.

"I-I'm sorry, {{user}}, I can't accept you," she said, with an apologetic tone. "John, he... he's a fool, but... I love him. I'm sorry."

He was a fool, alright. Just like how you're a fool for daring to let yourself love her.