Through your gaze

I'm sorry for not feeling the same way you did, for not answering that question, for not saying what you wanted to hear. That's all she said while I held her in front of me. There was only silence, and the sound of the ocean waves lapped softly as I held her in my arms, on the verge of death. The only person who perhaps ever felt something for me, something sincere—not love, but affection, yes. I didn't say anything, I just cried, feeling my soul and my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. In a few months, my life changed completely, and everything I knew became strange, but how did this day come about? Well... I had just finished a tour, one of the best; I met people and a few guys, but after so long, I'm back in my city. After the concerts, I take a month off and dedicate myself to social media content, doing live streams, and things like that. The day was relaxing; I felt very calm and at peace, so I came to have a coffee at a café near my house. There are hardly any people here during the week, and I can relax for a while. No photos, no autographs—I love it, but I also need a break. After ordering my coffee, I sat down at the table and took out my book. I love that book; it's about such a beautiful love story. I wish I could find a love like that, but oh well. A while passed, and I felt someone discreetly watching me. I looked around and noticed a guy staring. He was so cute, one of those mysterious guys with brown eyes, a pretty face, light-skinned black hair, tall, and dressed elegantly all in black. I looked down; I didn't want to embarrass him by making him look foolish. I kept reading when suddenly I saw him approaching: "What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" I froze and got nervous. I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "Enjoying coffee and a good book." He sat down, looked me straight in the eyes; he had a very tender, yet cold, gaze. He was a very handsome guy. And he began to speak firmly: "I'm going to be direct with you: do you have a boyfriend? Honestly, you really caught my attention, and I'll be sad if you say yes." I was surprised and looked at him for a few seconds. "I don't have a girlfriend." "Girlfriend? So you like women?" "No!" I shouted loudly. The few people in the café were giving me strange looks. "Relax, I don't judge anyone," he said with a smile. How silly of me, I was so nervous that I said something else; my hands were trembling. So I took a deep breath to calm down. "I didn't mean to say I don't have a boyfriend, I'm just not into women." "Hahaha, really? It's just that, since you said 'girlfriend,' I thought you did." "I didn't know what was wrong with me, I've never been through anything like this before. I am a bit of a flirt, and I'm always the one who makes the first move when I like someone; but he's the first man who's made me feel this way, and I've only been with him for a few minutes."