WILLIAMS HAROLD RODRIGUEZ
I stood in front of the mirror, buttoning the last piece of my shirt with a tired sigh. The tie in my hand hung loose, forgotten for a second as my mind drifted—again—to her.
Kaia.
God, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since last night.
I tugged at the collar of my shirt, feeling the suffocating weight of her rejection more than the actual fabric around my neck. I had really done it—poured out every damn thing I’d been holding in for months.. or probably, years.
Every feeling, every glance that lingered too long, every moment where my heart raced just hearing her laugh. I told her how I felt... told her I was in love with her.
And she turned me down.
Just like that.
“No, William... I can’t.”
That’s what she said. Softly. Gently. Like she di
