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His tears were the last thing I wanted to see. I'd seen all of him, all of his expressions - all attitudes he could have. Everything, I had seen them. Everything but his tears. That's why when he told me those things, I couldn't bring myself to say it.
He sat by my side one morning, our talk began in silence. Smitten by him, I kept myself composed so he wouldn't notice that he takes my breath away. When he sent a text message last night about meeting me by morning, I was so excited that I was up until three in the morning. The words he told me kept me occupied all night, the letters that formed the words "I will tell you something important tomorrow" made my heart ran wild in anticipation. My hopes were high - so high they could've flown, just don't fall. However when tomorrow came, his trembling hoarse voice, his ceaseless tears - I didn't expect all of those to follow.
"I love her. I have never loved anyone like that, and I know that I am too young to conclude, but I know this feeling. I recognize this throb in my chest - it's love. I want you to remember my words, she is my first and last. I will never love anyone again if it isn't her."
I couldn't bring myself to tell it, huh? 'Why are you always looking at her? I'm...I'm here - am I not enough?' But I guess, I really don't have to say this at all. As you continue your drama, my tears fall too - not because of empathy, neither sympathy, but because I felt so pathetic.
"Miku, at the end of the day. You're the only one left for me. Thanks for being my best friend and guardian angel."