It didn't really matter anymore, did it? All the maybes, all the regrets, they had no value. Why didn't he choose her? Was it because of the eroge she played, surely he knew that she only played them because she could pretend that she could walk up to someone and strike up a conversation, to dance with them. But no, she was sure that he only looked at her and saw a pervert. She cringed almost feeling his stinging glare on her, disgust etched on to his face. Even in her imagination, it hurt to see him look at her like that.
Maybe it was because he had found out that they had forced into an arranged marriage when they were little. But that wasn't her fault, which was all their parents doing! Maybe he didn't want to be near her as a result. She could understand that. After all, she had been horrified to know what her father had done, the secret escaping his lips during one of his usual drunken ranting. But she had slowly warmed to the idea; the picture of the two of them married had her blushing like crazy. She had hoped when she told him of the marriage he would have slowly come to accept it, and her. But it seemed he had never gotten over the shock. But no, it seemed that he was determined to stay away from her, he didn't seem to care that he was crushing her heart in the process.
She sighed, a tear slipping down her face. People had always whispered how she had everything. Yet in that moment, she felt as though she had nothing.