He asked her if she loved him too, she firmly told him NO then briskly walked away. For she saw the hurt that were in his gorgeous soulful eyes, the disbelief in his perfect face, the deep breath taken by his ravishing lips. She heard him say her name as she turned her back to him, and she walked faster for she didn't want him to see the tears threatening to fall from her own eyes, didn't want him to know that she told him a lie. For she loved him too: loved him first, and loved him the most. But now it was too late. He already belonged to someone else, and she loved him enough to believe that he doesn't deserve to commit a sin and face its consequences. So she lied, she lied for him and walked away. But that didn't lessen the pain she herself felt, it was like someone was stabbing and crushing her heart at the same time. It was excruciating. When she reached a corner, she stopped and leaned her head against the cold wall and beated her chest; beated it and beated it. She cried silent and fervent tears, she wanted to scream but couldn't. He might still be at the other end after all. As she cried, she felt sorry and guilty for him and herself, and thought what could have been if only they have been first.