Until The End

To the Last Invisible Boundary

That night, rain poured down heavily, as if the sky itself was shedding all the unspoken words from my heart. Amid the downpour, I stood staring at a small house at the end of the street—the place where I had poured countless hopes and silent prayers. Inside, there was her—the woman I loved without limits, Rose.

Rose was always the light that seeped into the dim corners of my life. Each of her smiles seemed to ignite a fire of hope, a conviction that I could be the one to make her happy. I’d done everything, even confronted the fear that always lingered within my chest. I found the courage to get close to her, to share laughter and stories, just to see that smile light up her face.

Yet every step I took toward her only led me back to one painful truth—she loved someone else. Jason. His name rang in my ears like a wound that kept bleeding. No matter how hard I tried to be the best for her, her heart never saw me; it never acknowledged my presence.

"Ryan, you’re such a good friend," she had told me once, with that same smile as bright as the morning sun. That smile should have comforted me, but it only deepened the ache in my heart. Because in every word and every glance, I knew that only one person filled her heart, and it wasn’t me.

Every day, I watched their happiness from a distance, bearing the wound in my chest that seemed never to heal. I knew my love would never be returned, yet I couldn’t stop. Every time I tried to forget, her image returned, leaving me lost in endless longing.

Tonight, I decided to go see her. Not to confess my feelings—that was far too painful—but just to see her face once more. With an umbrella in my hand, I stood in front of her door, waiting with an ache I could barely contain.

Finally, the door opened, and there she stood, her smile still as stunning as ever. Rain poured heavily behind me, but I didn’t move, only stood there, looking at her as if she were the last thing I could ever see in this world.

"Ryan? Is something wrong?" she asked, puzzled.

I wanted to say so many things, to speak all the feelings I’d held back for so long. But not a single word made it out of my mouth. I just stood there, feeling this overwhelming love yet powerless. Rose looked at me, perhaps sensing something unspoken behind my gaze, but she didn’t ask any further. As always, she never truly understood how precious she was to me.

With a voice soft enough to be barely audible, I finally said, "I just wanted to make sure you’re happy."

Rose gave a gentle smile, and it was a smile that hurt deeply. "Thank you, Ryan. You really are the best friend." Her words struck me with the reality I had always tried to deny.

I turned away, walking away with a heart shattered into pieces. Under the heavy rain, I realized that sometimes, love doesn’t mean possession. Sometimes, love means being willing to endure pain, to see her happy even if it’s not with me. With each step that took me farther from her house, I knew this love would be a wound that would never fade—a wound I would carry to the last invisible boundary.