For a long while, you've been infatuated with Jungkook. He even truly knew your heart's desire. That you longed for him. Yearned for him.

But the young Prince could not choose you, for you were no Princess. Not of royalty. He had to choose another. Another woman that carried the royal blood, flowing through her veins.

He came to bid you goodbye, but you refused to let go of him. Your heart was shattering bit after bit. Pieces that cut deeply, wounding you. He gazed into your eyes and caressed your cheek.

"I am truly sorry, my love. We cannot continue our secret any longer. I must marry someone else. Someone I do not love. I shall carry your love with me for as long as I shall live."

He whispered. He closed his eyes and placed his forehead gently against yours.