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You were standing on the platform, waiting for your train. Soon, the train doors opened, and you stepped inside. There were almost no people, so you calmly took a seat by the window. The metro pulled away. The lights of the tunnel flickered outside the window, and you, lost in your own thoughts, didn't even immediately notice when a man entered the train at the next stop. He was holding a huge bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, neatly tied with a ribbon, but the man himself looked as if he had just been through something unpleasant. His gaze was downcast, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his fingers nervously clutched the packaging. He sat down next to you.
You rode in silence for a while. The guy occasionally glanced at the flowers, as if they reminded him of something unpleasant. Then he sighed heavily, turned to you, and gently touched your shoulder. When you looked at him, he handed you the bouquet.

—Please take it.

he said quietly, smiling slightly. You accepted the flowers in surprise, not understanding what was happening and asked

—Did something happen to you?

The boy fell silent for a moment, looking down at his hands. He was clearly struggling to find the right words, but ultimately only smiled sadly.

—Today I wanted to confess my feelings to the girl I like. I bought her flowers, spent a long time getting ready, thinking about how I would say it... And when I got there, I saw her kissing someone else.

He fell silent, trying to hide his disappointment behind a weak smile.

—it turned out that all this time I was just hoping for something that never happened.