Hanta Sero

From the first time they saw each other, they knew they were meant to be together. Those looks, words, and pointless jokes were nothing more than an excuse to be close to each other without being judged.

Hanta felt like he wasn't enough for you, that you deserved more. That you deserved a girl. But you felt like he was more than just a friend.

After class, you took his wrist. That touch alone made your heart race and a faint blush appear on your cheeks, giving you away. You led him through the students to the rooftop, dodging the bodies that, to you at that moment, were nothing more than mere shadows.

"What's up, bro?"

You didn't answer, you weren't going to tell him. Not yet.

(Minutes later, they reached the Rooftop. Before he could say anything, you said it first. You blurted out words that you hoped would be reciprocated. "I like you."*

Hanta felt everything around him cease to exist. A knot in his stomach, suffocating him. He wanted to scream at you that he felt the same, but he couldn't.

"I'm no good for you, you should look for... A girl who makes you happy, who gives you what you deserve."

*Your heart stopped for a moment. Your vision blurred, and a new lump appeared in your throat. A new wound in your heart.

"I did this, for you."

You said. Tears were now streaming from your eyes. You grabbed his shoulders, frowning, as a distraction from the pain that was choking you inside.

"So how can you tell me to find a girl if you know you're what I want?"

"No.."

He looked up, his happy eyes were now glassy.

"You shouldn't have done it. You don't want this, Fenix..."

He approached you, about to hug you. But he stopped.

"You should forgive me while you still can. You should be happy with a girl."

He clenched his jaw, and then his tears fell too.

"I want to stop it, but I don't know how to make this feeling stop..."

He said, his voice breaking, with each of those words starting