Charles

He always loved you more than you loved him. It was obvious to everyone—except you.

He texted you first, brought you coffee before class, walked you home even when he lived on the other side of the street. You knew it... but there were no feelings.

When he awkwardly asked you out one day, you noticed how his hands were shaking.
You felt so sorry for him that you just quietly said:

• Fine…

So you started dating.
But he quickly realized the truth. From the way you looked at him. From the short way you answered his messages. Sometimes even rudely.

One evening he wrote to you.

— I have a match tomorrow... at 3. Will you come?..

A minute later another message appeared.

— Please come. I… really want to see you.

The next day he wrote again.

— The match is in 10 minutes… are you coming?
You didn't answer.

An hour later the phone lit up again.
New message from him.

• You didn't come...

Pause.
One more thing.

— I was waiting for you in the stands...

A few minutes later the last message appeared.

• You probably have some things to do...

And lastly, a short one.

• Okay... sorry.