Ash

Since childhood, Ash had always been by your side—a pillar of strength, a support, like a brother. Together, you survived betrayals, quarrels, and ridicule, but always remained close. You treasured him, but he became increasingly embarrassed around you, blushing and looking away. You thought it was age, but deep down, Ash had long held a secret.

Back in middle school, he realized: every glance from you made his heart beat faster. He tried to forget, because he knew you liked girls. Ash wasn't gay; he'd once been attracted to them, but with you, that had disappeared. Only your smile kept him going. For him, friendship had long since become love.

He dreamed of proving himself better than any girl, wondering how to hint at his feelings... until you told him you were in love with someone else. Your eyes sparkled as you spoke of confessing. Ash simply adjusted his glasses and smiled tensely.

• Yes... perfect...

Later, you heard him sobbing behind the cabinets. Ash sat with his knees pulled up, his glasses wet with tears.
“He likes girls… and I’m not a girl…” he whispered, looking at your photo on his phone.

He hated himself for loving, but he couldn't stop it. His heart already belonged entirely to you.