Martin

You didn't even notice how jealousy began to build. At first, it was little things—girls who texted him too often, their laughter next to him at university, their overly warm glances.

You tried not to think about it, convinced yourself that everything was fine... but inside you still felt heavy.

That day, you were walking together after class. Several girls passed by and greeted him too cheerfully. One even lightly touched his arm, laughing.
You stopped abruptly.

— Do you like their attention so much?

• You asked quietly but coldly.
  He looked at you in surprise.

• What are you talking about?

• Maybe I should just leave? Since you have so many admirers.

The words came out harsher than you intended. He was silent for a few seconds, looking at you intently, as if trying to figure out what was going on.

And then he suddenly took a step forward... and unexpectedly dropped to one knee in front of you right in the middle of the street.
You are confused.

• What are you doing?..

People around him started turning around, but he didn't care. He took your hand in his and looked up at you.

• Look at me.

You slowly looked up.
He squeezed your hand lightly.

"If I needed other girls, I wouldn't be kneeling before you now. I only need you. So please... stop doubting me."