"so, do or did you have anyone that you liked when you were younger and were you in a relationship?"

the voice of a perky interviewer asks the man in fornt of him. a few cameras and paparazzi awaiting his answer.

he chuckles, hand gripping the mic tighter each second. his eyes are covered with the black cap he has on.

"well..yes. i do. or i could say, i still do love her. her name was y/l/n y/n but she was only my friend."

"will you confess your feelings to her? and what do you think she would say if you did?"

he purses his lips as he remebers that horrifc night that chamged his life. tears gather in his eyes as he remebers her.

"...i will never confess my hidden feelings for her.  if i did..." he thinks for a while, in deep thought.

what will y/n say?

"i think...she would be really happy, as we spent our childhood days together for such a long time."

"and do you still spend time with her often now, although your schedules are a bit hectic..?"

...

"i lost her, ten years ago."