I blinked. What did she just say?
Did she just confess her feelings towards me, the most awesome king of northern Europe? How could such a lovely girl, such as herself, fall in love with me?
Sighing, I tell her that she couldn't possibly have such feeling for me. This made her purse her lips before asking me if I thought her love for me was fake.
I shook my head, no. It wasn't that I thought her love was fake—it's just that her "love" could just be admiration. A crush, maybe?
Well, that earned me a slap to the face, along with the words, "I think I know what I feel, Matthias". The way she said it was cold, but with the tiniest bit of pain.
Ah, yes. It's a shame what her young mind could come up with. She clearly has no idea what she's talking about.
She turned around and walked away, leaving me with a numb cheek.
It's the first time a girl had ever confessed to me and what do I do? I make her upset with me, of course! Good move, Matthias. Good move.
I just really don't get it. What's so great about me, anyway?
I'm a travesty.
A horrid excuse of a brother.
Wait, wait. I'm not any of those! I'm Matthias, king of northern Europe! I'm amazing, wonderful, handsome, awesome, cool, and all those great things!
Girls instantly fall in love with me, and-
Oh, right. That's the reason why I'm standing in the middle of the park with a red cheek.
A girl fell in love with me.
Not just any girl, though. Her name is [Name]. A girl with beautiful [hair length] [hair colour] hair that I want to comb with my fingers. I dare say that her [blonde/brunette/etc] locks would feel soft and silky if I ever get the chance to touch them.
Her [eye colour] eyes get me lost every time I look into them. Each and every emotion that she felt would go swirling into those [gem] pools of hers.
She truly is a lady of such beauty, despite her flaws and blemishes. Even with such things, I think of her to be a true beauty.
[Name], albeit shy and not very confident, was still able to gather enough courage to confess her love to me, a close friend of hers.
I feel bad now. Not only did I lose the opportunity of becoming the girl's boyfriend, but I also broke her heart and threw away every bit of trust she had in me.
I shouldn't have told her such things so harshly. It pains me to think that [Name] hates me, but I deserve it.
She deserves someone better, anyway.