second lead's fate
The Second Lead’s Fate
No one could predict how much I liked him. Even I couldn’t understand it myself.
I adored everything about him—his charming smile, his handsome face, his mesmerizing eyes, his voice, and the way he spoke. Every word, every glance, every little moment with him felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.
If someone asked me, "What do you like about him?" I would just smile and say, "I don’t know. I just love him."
If I had the power, I would take him away from the world, keep him close, and spend eternity just watching him, listening to him, being with him. But reality is cruel. Because no matter how much I love him, he will never be mine.
I’ve read so many books, watched countless dramas, and I always root for the main lead to end up with the person they love. No matter how much pain they go through, I wait for their happy ending. And in doing so, I forget about the second lead—the one who loves unconditionally, who stands by their side, who sacrifices everything, but is never chosen.
Now, I realize the unbearable truth… I am the second lead in my own story.
To love without being loved back. To watch from the sidelines. To be there for someone who will never look at me the way I look at them. It’s a cruel fate—to be made for love, yet never to be loved in return.
But tell me, if love is meant to be selfless, why does it hurt so much?