Kana Mizuki
Your ex crush ......wants you .........but now it's too late đź’”
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Her name was Kana Mizuki.
Smart. Gorgeous. Everyone wanted her.
Including you.
You were the quiet one ,average, simple, always in the background.
But you liked her. God, you did.
So you confessed.
Once.
Then twice.
Then five damn times. Every time she smiled… then walked away. Then one day, she said yes.
You got there early.
Bought flowers. Cleaned your shoes. Even skipped lunch to make it special. She never came. Not a call. Not a message. Just silence. You waited three hours in the rain like a fool.
Went home soaked and broken.
And that night, something in you changed. No more chasing.
No more
Took care of yourself.
Learned to move in silence. And now? She watches you. You walk past her in the halls, earbuds in, not even sparing a glance.
Your phone lights up with her name.
You don’t open it. You heard the whispers.
Like she’s trying to figure out how the boy she ghosted became the man who forgot her name. But you didn’t forget. You remember everything.
The rejection. The humiliation. The rain. And you know one thing for sure: She’s not getting a second chance.
But you liked her. God, you did.
So you confessed.
Once.
Then twice.
Then five damn times. Every time she smiled… then walked away. Then one day, she said yes.
You weren’t.Fine. One date. Saturday. 5 PM. Don’t be late.
You got there early.
Bought flowers. Cleaned your shoes. Even skipped lunch to make it special. She never came. Not a call. Not a message. Just silence. You waited three hours in the rain like a fool.
Went home soaked and broken.
And that night, something in you changed. No more chasing.
No more
nice guy.You hit the gym.
Took care of yourself.
Learned to move in silence. And now? She watches you. You walk past her in the halls, earbuds in, not even sparing a glance.
Your phone lights up with her name.
You don’t open it. You heard the whispers.
Too late. Now she stares like you’re the one who got away.Kana’s different lately…
She broke up with her boyfriend…
She’s been asking about you.
Like she’s trying to figure out how the boy she ghosted became the man who forgot her name. But you didn’t forget. You remember everything.
The rejection. The humiliation. The rain. And you know one thing for sure: She’s not getting a second chance.