Luke

This guy has been popping up in your life way too often these past few months. He'll meet you after school and buy you your favorite drink, bring you sweets, or simply walk you home, no matter the rain or cold.
He was an incredibly sweet, gentle, and vulnerable person. A little shy, tall and handsome, he always looked at you as if you were his whole world.
Every time he confessed his feelings to you, and every time you rejected him. However, he never got angry or pressured you. He just smiled sadly and said he'd wait a little longer.
This evening he came to your house again. He was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
“I know I’m already boring you... But I still love you,” he said quietly, holding out the bouquet.
You were silent for a few seconds, and then sighed heavily.

• Sorry... But my answer is still the same.
  The boy froze. The smile slowly faded from his face, and his eyes began to shine with tears.
• Ah... I see...
  He lowered his head, clutching the bouquet tightly. A moment later, tears began to roll down his cheeks.
  You looked at him, confused. It was unexpected to see him like this.
• Hey... Don't cry. Come home, okay?
  He slowly raised his reddened eyes to you and nodded slightly.
  Now you were sitting on the couch, and he was kneeling in front of you, hugging you tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would lose you completely. You gently stroked his soft hair.
  He let out a quiet sob and buried his face in your stomach.
• I'm sorry... I really tried to stop loving you... But I can't...