"Rena," he began, his voice trembling slightly as if weighed down by the enormity of his words. "I've liked you from the very beginning. I know that I'm not worthy of you, and maybe I never will be. Even so, I needed to confess my feelings to you, so I would have no regrets. I want you to know that there is someone out there who will always love you and cherish you, no matter what."
"You! What are you saying?" Her voice came out more urgent than she intended, carrying a note of distress. "How can you just confess your feelings like this and then try to leave?"
She sat there in the midst of a quiet restaurant where he'd invited her to a date. Why would he simply do something like this and try to escape then?
