My fantasy box

Rejection of feelings

I love you - was heard behind the back of a young girl.
Behind her stood a man whose skin was pale as marble. Crimson color covered his cheeks, long and thin fingers constantly fiddled with the edges of his sleeves. His gaze was lowered, but his blood-red eyes ran from side to side, he was lucky that straight strands of white hair covered his shifty gaze. He hesitated, stepping a little in place until the girl dared to turn to him. She called his name, and he, like an obedient puppy, looked up at the girl. The only thing he could ask God for now was that her answer would not be negative in any way. But perhaps the Almighty could not hear the good sincerity and the young woman only bowed her head, quietly saying that they could never be together.
It's hard to breathe, fingers squeeze the fabric much more tightly, trying not to show the terrible pain after what they heard. The only and last thing the girl could hear was a concise "Thank you".