Upon hearing his words, she feel sad, however small it was. After everything she had done, after all the time she had spent trying to get close to him, was there even the slightest chance that her feelings weren’t one-sided?
"Don’t you like me at all?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, sadness coating every syllable. Her heart was heavy, but deep down, she knew—if he truly didn’t return her feelings, she would have no choice but to let him go and try to move on.
“I see you as a sister. I don’t love you. I won’t ever love you,” he said firmly, locking eyes with her. There was no hesitation in his tone, no kindness in the words,just cold, clear truth. He believed it was better to be direct now than give her false hope only to destroy it later.
She winced. T
