I love you
He told him tirelessly every day, using his gentle voice that he praised as "like a breeze in summer, making people feel more comfortable". Repeated in his ears over and over again.
I love you. I love you... I love you...
It seems like I want to finish my lifelong love.
And he never responded to the deep love he expressed.
Because he doesn't love him.
Because he doesn't love, he doesn't notice that every time he says I love you, the sadness in his eyes becomes a little more sad; he doesn't notice that when he talks about his love, his voice becomes hoarse day by day; he doesn't notice that he cherishes every minute and second he spends with him and treats every day as the end...
He doesn't notice. He didn't notice until the moment he died that he loved him and he loved him back.
Unfortunately, his love came too late, and he had no chance to hear it.
In his memories, all he could remember was that when he said he loved him, he responded ruthlessly, "I don't love you."
Now, the deceased is gone, whether he loves or not, it means nothing to him.