He was a perceptive man.
He had long known that Selina didn’t see him as a man. And yet, he kept revealing his feelings—because he wanted her so badly.
But the outcome never changed.
Her unchanging heart always stood tall like a wall in front of him.
Memories of Selina began to surface in his mind—swelling like clouds, boiling like molten lava.
When he held her hand. When he embraced her. When they danced together. When he cut her hair. When they met late at night.
Selina had always been the same.
