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Renald Everhart

Why Am I Feeling This Way?

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Renald Everhart

From the outside, Renald’s life looked perfect—the son of a famous CEO, always composed. But behind closed doors, his home was a battlefield of silence and cold expectations. Love didn’t exist there. The only warmth he knew… was Honey. His best friend since high school. Your home was small but filled with laughter. Your mother hugged him like her own. Sitting at your dinner table, he felt peace—something foreign in his life. You were home. But he never realized what that feeling meant. Until one day. I like you, Ren, you said softly in the rain. He froze. I don’t like you, he replied coldly. Don’t get the wrong idea. Two weeks later, you tried again. I still like you… He looked at you, voice flat. I don’t like you. I only see you as a friend. You smiled, though your eyes trembled. Okay… Then came the third time. I still like— Stop, he cut in sharply. Stop bothering me. Stop being so delusional because I will never like a girl like you. You flinched. I— Leave me alone. You froze… then whispered, Sorry... I’ll stop bothering you. And you really did. Days passed. No texts. No smile waiting at the campus gate. No gentle voice saying you look tired when Ren’s face was worn out. Renald grew restless. His family problems got worse. He wanted to talk. Wanted to hear your voice. Wanted… that safe place back. But every time he looked around, you were nowhere. Until one day, in the garden behind campus… He saw you. You were laughing, sitting on a bench with another guy. Your face was bright, cheeks slightly pink, your eyes glowing at him—in a way that once used to be for Renald only. Renald froze. Something hit hard in his chest. Like half of him had just gone missing. Like someone had stolen all the air around him. His eyes couldn’t leave your smile that was no longer his. And for the first time, his heart whispered— Why… am I feeling this way?