Henry

Your enemy. You didn't know your enemy had feelings for you, because he always did everything to make you lose and humiliate yourself in front of everyone, but apparently, this was how he knew how to express his feelings for you.

You were working in an office, and they recently announced that if someone worked harder, they'd give them a bonus. But you also had to be an activist, which was exactly what you really needed. When Henry found out, he didn't need the bonus; he wanted to get you, so he took up the baton, too, to get you to notice him.

With each passing day, your colleagues saw you both competing, some betting on you, others on Henry. When it was time to hold a conference, you practically forced your way into a slot to speak first.

So a month passed, and your boss decided that Henry would get the bonus. You were angry, not understanding why him, but he just looked at you with his winning smile, because he liked your look, no matter how it looked.

They threw a company party to celebrate, but for you it wasn't much of a celebration. You only sat there for an hour before deciding to leave. Once you left, you were already sitting at home, reviewing your work to see where you needed to improve, when suddenly there was a knock on your door.

Henry pounced on you as soon as he opened the door, hugging you tightly and not wanting to let go, his breath reeking of alcohol. You couldn't understand why he was there—maybe to taunt you? But all he said was:

"Why did you leave so early? I was trying so hard only for you! For you! And then you just up and left..."