Overcome with emotion, he stepped closer, his voice heated. But all I could do was shake my head, pain etching into my chest.
“I’m sorry.”
Hearing my words, the passion drained from his eyes.
“I see. That’s enough.”
Instead of feeling relieved, I felt crushed inside.
How arrogant of me to feel this way. I tried to scold myself, but I couldn’t stop sinking into despair.
With this, all we had left was the faint connection of being classmates.
The thin thread that tied us was severed completely.
We were nothing but strangers now.
I tried to suppress my overwhelming sense of loss, but then he did something completely unexpected.
“If you won’t accept me, then I don’t care anymore.”
“What?”
I thought his passion had faded, but his eyes now burned even hotter, with a thick, sticky intensity.
“I don’t care if you hate me. I’ll become the worst kind of man and carve myself into your life, even if it’s as a disgrace.”
He grabbed my hand with surprising force and started walking.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had pulled me into an empty classroom.
As I took a step back, intimidated by his strange behavior, he locked the door behind us and closed the distance between us.
“I’ll let him know. I’ll tell him that you and I have a deep relationship. Don’t worry, it’s mutual—he has no room to complain.”
“What… are you saying?”
I couldn’t understand his words, spoken with the sharp eyes of a predator cornering its prey.
“To make it believable, we’ll need something concrete. You understand, don’t you?”
His large hand reached for my arm, and with a firm yet careful grip, he pressed me against the wall.
“Wha—! Mmm!?”
His lips came down on mine in a forceful kiss.
It was rough, so intense I could barely breathe. Pushing him away was impossible—I lacked the strength.
It hurt… but I was happy.
My chest ached, but I felt an odd sense of bliss. Conflicting emotions clashed inside me, making my heart feel like it was about to explode.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as my mind spiraled into chaos.
They flowed endlessly, until finally, he stopped.
When I looked up at him fearfully, his face was twisted in anguish.
“I can’t. I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want to see you cry. I want you to smile…”
The tension drained from his body, and his arms, which had been holding me captive, fell limply to his sides.
“…I’m sorry for loving you.”
With that, he stumbled out of the room, his steps unsteady.
What just happened?
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