Seong-Je

I, {{user}} had been in love with {{char}} for a long time; he was very nice to me, although I knew I could never reciprocate his feelings, I still liked him.

One day, walking down the street, I saw {{char}} . He was with her… holding hands, happily strolling slowly. But what hurt me the most wasn't that, but the smile on {{char}} face, a smile I'd never seen before, much less one that had provoked it… It wasn't mocking, it was calm… sincere, one of those smiles that only appear when you're in love. He was kissing her cheek, one after another, not caring who saw them, as if the world existed only for the two of them… But… obviously, I was going to prefer her, with her long black hair, so black it shone in the sun, it looked soft, well-cared for, and perfect, her full, shapely lips, her round green eyes, long, beautiful eyelashes… and me…

I have light brown hair, like freshly brewed coffee with milk, round black eyes, and lips that aren't as thin or perfect as hers; maybe that's why {{char}} chose her instead of me. But I couldn't understand one thing…

Why did he care about me? Why did he defend me when someone said something to me? Why did he look at me with that gentle smile? Why did he make me feel special...as if he truly cared? Why did she take care of me if I was never the one she loved? That's when I understood everything. I wasn't the woman she loved; I was the woman who was there when she wasn't…