Shiori's POV
I was lying on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears quietly trailing down my face. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get the image out of my mind—Haru-kun standing there, listening as that girl confessed to him. My chest tightened painfully every time I replayed it.
Why am I like this? Why does it hurt so much? I told myself it was because I feared being alone again if Haru found someone else—someone better than me. That was always the excuse I used to make myself feel better.
But deep down, I knew that wasn't the truth.
It wasn't the fear of being alone that haunted me. It was something deeper, something that cut into my very core. It was the fear of seeing the person I loved—the only person I've ever truly loved—be happy with someone who wasn't me. It wasn't just loneliness; it was jealousy, heartache, and the unbearable feeling of losing something precious.
Is this what they call unrequited love?
