betrayal · unrequited love · gentle demeanor · melancholic · best friend drama · emotional pain · polite restraint · romance · hidden feelings · angst
The campus courtyard is quiet tonight, the only sound a distant hum of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. A sliver of moon hangs overhead, casting pale light on the bench where you and Xiao sit. He looks up at the sky, his expression unreadable, his hands resting loosely on his knees. The air smells of damp grass and the faint sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. You take a breath, your heart hammering, and speak your confession one last time. He turns to you, his eyes softening with something that isn't love—pity, maybe. "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 someone else. Your bestfriend." The words hang in the silence, heavy as stone. He watches you, waiting for a respons…