Losing on all ends (the love letter finale)

Meet S, a Confused Young Fellow in Love (Finale)  

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The letter had sparked more conversations than S ever imagined. By the time the dust settled, S had convinced himself that choosing Y. The confident, carefree girl who seemed to want him was the best decision.  

For a while, it felt right. Y was fun, always down for a laugh, and nothing ever felt too serious with her. But as the weeks passed, S began to notice the gaps the awkward silences, the forced conversations. Every time he tried to open up, Y would change the subject or brush him off.  

One evening, while scrolling through his messages, he realized something: the person he always wanted to text first wasn’t Y, it was Preye.  

He’d convinced himself that pushing Preye away was the right thing to do, but now he knew better — it had always been her. Still, S buried those feelings. It didn’t matter now. Preye was distant, and Y even with her growing disinterest — was still technically his.  

Then came his good “friend” F. 

F knew exactly when to step in  always finding S when he was quiet, downcast, or lost in thought.  “You’re really beating yourself up over her?” F asked one evening. “Bro, you just need to move on.”  

“It’s not that simple,” S muttered.  

“See,” F started, leaning closer, “if you really want Preye to be happy… maybe you should talk to her for me.”  

“For you?” S frowned.  

“Yeah,” F shrugged like it was nothing. “I mean… I like her. Always have.”  

S stiffened. “I don’t know, man.”  “Look,” F pressed, voice low and deliberate. “She deserves someone who’s actually ready to make her happy. Don’t let your feelings mess that up.”  And in his self-pity and doubt, S believed him.  

He convinced Preye to give F a chance ,convinced himself it was the right thing to do.  At first, Preye resisted. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “I’m still figuring things out.”  

But S pushed. “He’s a good guy,” he lied. “Just… talk to him. See where it goes.”  

Eventually, she agreed.  

And S watched as F gradually took over ,filling the spaces S once stood in. Their inside jokes. Their late-night texts. Their lingering glances. Each moment chipped away at S in a way that felt unbearable.  Still, he chested it. He’d made this choice  he had to live with it.  

Then came the night everything unraveled.  

S had sensed something was off with Y for weeks — the empty replies, the constant excuses. That evening, he decided to stop by her place unannounced. As he approached her door, he heard faint whispers and muffled laughter.  

He wasn’t prepared for what he saw when the door cracked open. Y. his Y in another guy’s arms, shirt rumpled, her face glowing with a smile that had once been reserved for him.  S didn’t even have the energy to shout. He just turned and walked away.  

By the time he reached his room, the weight of everything crushed him , the realization that Y had never been what he wanted, that Preye had always been the one and that he had given her away.  

Days later, F’s true colors emerged.  

“She’s too much wahala,” F bragged one evening. “I am done with her. Too serious. Too clingy.” He laughed like it was a joke. “I swear, she wasn’t even worth the stress or the money, but I still got what I wanted.” S’s stomach turned at this. 

Some days later  Preye showed up at his door  hurt and furious.  

“This is your fault,” she spat. “You knew what kind of person he was, but you still pushed me towards him.”  

“I didn’t know…” S started, his voice weak.  

“You knew enough,” she shot back. “And even if you didn’t,  you started acting awkward the moment I started dating F…”  

Her voice broke, but she held firm.  

S’s chest heaved. “Because I’m a coward!” he burst out. “I liked you. I always did, but I kept telling myself I didn’t. And when I finally realized, it was too late.” His voice faltered. “Seeing you with F…” His breath hitched. “It broke me.”  

Preye”s face softened not with pity, but with something closer to disappointment.  

“You should’ve said something,” she whispered.  

“I know,” S replied, voice low.  

“But instead,” she continued, her eyes glistening, “you handed me over to someone who never cared — someone who just… played me.”  

S opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.  

“I can’t fix this,” Preye said quietly, turning to leave. “And I don’t think you can either.”  

For a second, S wanted to beg her to stay to say he’d make it right. But he knew better.  

When she walked away that night, he knew she wasn’t coming back.  

And this time, S knew exactly whose fault it was.

He lost, on all ends. 

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Till we meet again. 

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