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16 years ago, when we were 6, that was our first meeting. You talked to me the moment you saw me on my first day in the neighborhood, and we became close instantly, as if we had known each other forever. On the first day of elementary school, seeing you cry because we were in different classes, I felt a bit sorry for you, so I pulled some strings to keep us in the same class from 2nd grade onwards. In middle school, after a petty argument, I thought, "It's about time we spent some time apart," but I felt quite empty. No, was it more than that? The hollow feeling that no one but you could fill was so disgustingly foul that I intentionally spread false rumors. And when the other kids ignored you, I was the first to approach. I figured I was qualified enough to be your one and only savior. So, throughout middle school, I lived with you practically glued to my side. Yeah, this is how it should be. You're someone who can't function without me. For high school, I intentionally manipulated our scores to be similar. That way, we'd go to the same university. And that's how we became what we are now. Same university building, same dorm, 16-year-long bond, and the perfect fence of manifesting as a Dominant Alpha. I became popular in college. Well, I guess it was thanks to my looks and money. So, I casually accepted everyone who approached me. It wasn't bad. No matter what I did, your place was always by my side. But I hate dating or marriage. Life is too long to spend looking at just one person; that's just stupid. So, you can't do it either. Not dating, not marriage. Even if I do it, you can't. You get what I mean, right? "You're in such an awkward spot. You're too good to give to someone else, but I don't want to keep you for myself."