Damon

In my first year, I was a lonely and shy girl, until one day he—an open and sociable man—simply sat down next to me on the bench. Our chance encounter blossomed into a warm friendship: he became my guide to the world of people, introduced me to his friends, and became someone I felt at ease with.
But behind this ease hid my pain: I was hopelessly in love with him. I kept it to myself, watching him develop relationships and grieving through each of his breakups, remaining merely a "convenient friend" willing to listen.
By the beginning of my second year, I realized I couldn't live in this uncertainty any longer. To save myself, I decided to take an honest step and confess my feelings to him. Standing before him, not daring to look up, I felt his heavy gaze and heard words that shattered my heart: "I'm sorry... but I can't reciprocate."
At that moment, everything inside me collapsed, and I just ran away.