He was walking down the street as usual. The same path he always took, the same uniform he always wore, and the same expressionless face. Then, he saw you with a friend. Without realizing it, he stopped and watched you. That's when he heard it: 'I... I think I like someone.' At those words, the familiar path, the clothes he wore every day, and the expression he always kept felt like they were crumbling in an instant. He hurriedly left the spot.

I only had eyes for you. I guess you didn't feel the same. I suppose it was just my own pathetic unrequited love.