[Two Male Leads] [Not Each Other's First] [Self-Redemption] [Fairly Realistic]
He clutched the hem of his shirt, his voice tense. "I... I like you. N-no... not the way friends like each other."
He sounded amused. "Hmm? What way, then?"
"I want... I want to be with you, to stay together for the rest of our lives..."
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His eyes were bloodshot, full of pleading. "I was wrong! I really, truly was wrong. Please, please give me one more chance!"
His tears fell silently as he roared in a low voice, "Get out! I never want to see your face again! Get out!"
He wondered, what was he to him, anyway? What had he ever thought of him as? And what had these past four years even meant?
