(Roderich's P.O.V)

I led Basch deep into the garden, then looked around, hoping that no one would hear.
"Alright, so what did you want to talk about? This better be serious." I snarled, hiding my nervous state.
I was actually anxious despite the way I acted. I'm alone with Basch, and I feel like my cheeks are on fire.
"So... I know this is sudden, but, ich liebe dich. It's okay if you don't feel the same way."
We took a moment of silence.
I didn't think he would just admit it.
To be honest, I kinda liked him too. Ever since we were kids. I missed the way he treated me. Despite how he acts, Basch is actually very kind. However, I'm not exactly sure what to do.
"Give me some more... Time. I'll think about it." I said.
"Okay. It's stupid, I know." Basch left the garden, going back into the house, with tears in his eyes.
Elizabeta and Gilbert popped out of a near by bush with leaves in their hair.
"Hah! I guess I'll get the 20 dollars! He didn't accept." Gilbert bickered to Elizabeta.
"What do you mean!? He said he'll think about it!"
"Fine."
I sighed. They're at it again.
"Wait you guys were betting on us!?" I shouted at them.
"Yeah. Kesesese~ it's worth it."
Gilbert went back inside, while Elizabeta glared at me.
"I broke up with you for a reason. I know that you love him more than me. Just admit it already, Roderich."

"Didn't you hear what I said!? I said I needed more time, and keep your nose out of my business. It's none of your concern."

Elizabeta huffed, and went back inside. Did I do something wrong? I'm not sure what's her problem. Probably having girl problems or something.
I went back to the house, not seeing Basch anywhere. I think he went back to his sister. I went to my room upstairs, still packing my things. Although it's been a while since Elizabeta and I divorced, she let me stay here until I found a place. But now, I'll be moving to an apartment to my discomfort, since I have enough money for it. I would buy a house, but its too expensive.
There are boxes everywhere in my room. Although I should be packing, I decided to play on the piano for a bit. It's probably the last time I'll ever play it, since its too big and won't fit in the apartment. I played a song on the piano, then started packing again. I should really stop procrastinating.
To be honest, I never was in move with Eliza. She was too crazy and always wanted 'to protect' me. But I'm a man, and I can take care of myself. We fought alot when we were married and realized that it was a mistake to begin with. We just weren't meant to be. That, and I guess she found out I liked someone else. I smiled to myself, as I placed something onto the luggage carefully. It was a small handkerchief that Basch had wiped my cheek with when we were younger. I still kept it all these years. I'm not exactly sure why though. I wish I could still be with Basch.