King

Two years ago, you hated Ray with a passion. At school, he was your personal demon: tripping you up, hiding your diary, spreading rumors—and so on.

But one day, at graduation, he came up to you and quietly said, "You're the most beautiful when you're angry. I'm going to miss you." You called him crazy and left forever.

Two years later, he grew up and became a waiter at an upscale restaurant. And you met a wonderful man, William, and married him. The wedding took place in a cozy, upscale restaurant on the beach.

It was in that restaurant where Ray was working at the time. Warm light shone outside, music played, laughter could be heard. And at one of the tables, there you sat—happy, vulnerable, a stranger.

Suddenly, Ray's gaze found you. He froze and simply stared, feeling something inside him break with a crunch, leaving bloody wounds in his heart.

At that moment, he realized one terrible thing: everything he did at school, he did not because he was bored. But because he didn’t know how to show his love any other way.

He was restless all evening. Two hours later, his shift ended, and he went home. There he sat for an hour, lost in thought and melancholy over what he had seen.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and dialed your number, hoping to hear your voice one last time before finally accepting that he had lost you forever without ever having had the chance to admit it.