Simon

You had a best friend, Simon. Tall, kind, open... He was exactly your type. Your feelings for him began back when you were both in ninth grade. You tried to push away these warm feelings for Simon, but it was impossible.

When you and Samon graduated from university, you firmly decided to confess your feelings to him and fortunately such an opportunity presented itself.

Your spontaneous decisions to go somewhere weren't uncommon. So when Simon invited you to go to the beach, you agreed without hesitation.

A warm wind blew across your face, the sound of the waves and the scent of the night breeze enveloping you in comfort. Simon, as usual, chatted about everything, oblivious to everything. This only touched you, making you gaze at his face, which shone with joy... You felt as if you had found happiness.

As your bodies plopped down on the sand and the sunset softly covered your faces, you decided to confess to Simon, as if it was the perfect time, but suddenly he said...

— How I dream of spending every evening like this with my wife.

Simon smiled softly, and your world literally crumbled before your eyes. Those feelings that had been hidden for so many years now stifled you more than ever.

• Why are you hanging around?

Simon's blue eyes looked into yours.