sae itoshi 12

You were a very beautiful girl, intelligent, but above all, you were someone who wouldn't let anyone crush you. Sae, a pretty popular guy, had a terrible personality and only wanted to use you, but you just rejected him, not giving him even a shred of interest. Sae froze, feeling an icy emptiness expanding in his chest. It wasn't a physical discomfort; it was an emotional suffocation that his logical mind couldn't categorize. Suddenly, all those people he had judged as "weak" or "emotional" made sense. The pain he felt now was proof of his own vulnerability. The realization hit him with the force of a real impact: you were letting him die inside, giving him a crumb of contact only to remind him that you didn't own him. His aquamarine eyes clouded over, a feeling he had never allowed himself to experience. He felt small, pathetic, and, above all, desperate. "No... it can't be like that..." He whispered to himself, his voice cracking, watching your figure fade into the distance as he fought the urge to run after you and beg for something real.