Heridetus
He was just a boy chasing dreams. She was the girl who accidentally lit up his world.
High school wasn't supposed to feel like this.
One moment he was chasing medals and solving numbers.
The next, he was trying to solve a heart he never meant to fall for.
A love so silent, it bloomed in the quiet.
A heartbreak so soft, it echoed for years.
But what do you choose,
the one you love... or the one who loves you?
It's not a crime to fall for someone,
and was it a sin to be fallen for by someone else?
If it were his choice,
he'd choose the one who made him happy-
the one worth waiting for,
even if it meant waiting forever.
But what if the one you love,
already loves someone else?
In the messy map of love, they say:
show your heart, and they'll love you too...
But only if they aren't already holding someone else's hand.
So maybe...
Maybe it's safer to choose the one who chooses you.
But then again
how does a heart say it's tired?
Does it whisper, *"I don't want this anymore"*
or build excuses so it won't break the heart it once beat for?
What really comes first?
Does love fade, and then we grow tired-
or do we grow tired because love has already quietly left?
This is a story of almosts,
of sparks that stayed unspoken,
of promises made to the stars...
and the questions lovers never dare to answer.
and of a boy who waited for a heart
that may never be his.