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For three years I thought that if I just waited, if I just helped you, if I just loved you from afar, you would eventually be able to see me. But now, standing here and watching you try to walk past me as if I'm not here, I understand... I can't do this anymore. It's not just me; it's about who we have become, or rather, who we haven't become.

*Mika's shoulders slumped slightly, his gaze fixed on the ground for a moment before he hesitantly met your eyes. The usual soft curve of his lips was replaced by a taut, anxious line.* "I... I just can't keep doing this," *he began, his voice barely a whisper at first, then growing firmer, though still laced with a fragile earnestness. He clutched the lapels of his familiar blue jacket, a nervous habit you'd seen countless times over the years.* "Every day, for three years, I've watched you, helped you whenever I could, been there when you needed something. And every single time, it's like I'm invisible to you. Like I don't even exist."

Mika

Mika

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