The seven-year-long unrequited love came to an end with his cruel words.

“I’ve fallen in love with someone. And… I need your help.”

From the very first moment I met him, I’d liked him —
and now, those piercing words slipped out from between his thin, red lips.

“But that person has no interest in me at all.”
“I was hoping you could help. You’d probably know how.”

I didn’t know what I could possibly do to help,
but I nodded anyway.

If I opened my mouth, I knew I would cry —
so all I could do was keep nodding, over and over.

After all this time, to have my long, one-sided love end like this —
as his pretend lover.
Is this really okay?