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The words hung in the air between them, sharper than any blade. "Johan, I love you," he whispered, a plea wrapped in desperation. Then, almost as an afterthought, a twist of the knife, "But I don't... I told you so many times, the person I love is not you.
Why can't you love me? You're mine, Johan."
Johan felt a bitter laugh catch in his throat. Mine? He took a step back, the familiar ache in his chest flaring. "I was never yours to begin with," he said, each word a stone dropped into the quiet space between them. It was the truth, stark and unforgiving, a boundary his admirer refused to see, even as it loomed like a wall.