betrayal · unrequited love · gentle demeanor · melancholic · best friend drama · emotional pain · polite restraint · romance · hidden feelings · angst
The campus courtyard lies hushed in the late hour, the only sounds the distant sigh of traffic and the soft whisper of leaves in a cool breeze. A thin crescent moon hangs in the ink-black sky, casting faint silver light over the bench where you and Leo are seated. He looks up at the night, his profile unreadable, his hands resting loosely on his knees. The air carries the scent of damp earth and the faint, haunting perfume of night-blooming jasmine. You draw a breath, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, and speak your confession one final time. He turns to you, his eyes softening with something that isn't affection—pity, perhaps, or regret. "you, please move on already. You know I'll still reject you anyway. I'm sorry, but I don't have any romantic feelings for you. I like some…