"I… I like you. Will you go out with me." Today, I finally did it. I gathered the courage, reached out my hand, and asked her.
Her long, jet-black hair framed that cute smile, and standing in front of me, Nayo seemed to light up the world itself.
I still remember the very first time I saw her—on the first day of class. Surrounded by people, as if she was attracting everyone toward her. From that very moment, I knew… I liked her.
But I could never muster the courage to talk to her. There were always boys hanging around her, and I… I just kept watching from a distance.
But today, everything changed. I laid my heart bare before her. Now all that was left… was her answer.
"…Sorry, Yuuta."
The moment those words reached my ears, my entire world froze. "My heart is racing, everything around me fades away, my legs are trembling, and the same thought keeps echoing in my mind—please let this be a lie, please let it just be a dream… please… please…"
But her voice echoed again. "I like someone else."
And just like that, my dream shattered.
After the rejection, I couldn't understand anything, I just wanted to go home. That's why I left from there as quickly as I could. My steps feel heavy today. I'm trying so hard to hold it in, but the tears just won't stop flowing from my eyes. I don't know why, but I keep repeating the same thing again and again— Why me? Why only me? I should have stayed quiet, I should have kept my feelings to myself. At least then I could've lived with the illusion that maybe… just maybe, she liked me too.
After coming into my room, I fell to the floor, leaning my back against the bed. Today, my crying overflowed from the darkness—I didn't even feel like turning on the light; the darkness felt more comfortable. And as I sat there, the tears I had been holding back finally poured out. I couldn't hold myself back anymore. The memory of that rejection kept replaying in my mind again and again. At times like this, people usually take out their anger and frustration on someone—they blame others for their own mistakes or lash out at the one who upset them. I took all that anger… and directed it at God. I gave my pain, my rejection, to God.
This is all God's fault. If my fate was meant to be written, it could've included a girlfriend too. I shouldn't have prayed to God at all. If God hadn't written in Nayo's fate that she would fall in love with someone else, she would've been with me today. This is all your fault. You couldn't even give me a small hint, that I shouldn't have proposed to Nayo—at least then I wouldn't have been so embarrassed. I've thought about it today. "God, come down. All the prayers I've offered, all the money I've given… I want it all back. Return it to me!"
After saying all this, my throat dried up, as if God was actually about to appear. I calmed my mind and sat back, thinking again—it's useless to be so angry. Then someone whispered close to my ear, "Hello… were you calling me?"
Hearing the voice, my face went pale, and it felt like my heart stopped. In fear, I slowly moved to my left side—and saw an old man smiling. I screamed, "Whaaaa!" Seeing me, the old man yelled, "Whaaaa!" And I screamed even louder, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!" And he screamed even louder than me, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Then he stopped and said, "Alright, now you stop all this. Quickly—tell me why you called me here." "I couldn't make sense of it. In front of me stood an old man with tiny wings on his back and a slightly hunched back. Most notably, he was bald and had a long beard. I asked him,
'Don't you think this angel costume is meant for girls?'
"As i spoke, he clenched his teeth; a vein bulged on his bald head and he shouted at me angrily, 'Kids these days have no sense of fashion. Do you know how expensive this costume is?' I was at a loss and asked, 'Never mind that — tell me who you are and how you got into my room.' The old man calmed, straightened up, and said, 'Ahem — now that's the right question. I am the God of Love.'" For a moment, my brain just… stopped. My face went slack, my eyes widened into dull circles, and a nervous bead of sweat slid down my cheek. God? Seriously? I thought. What the heck is this man saying?
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialed 911, and said, "Can you please come to my address as fast as possible? There's a strange man here."
The old man suddenly yelled, "Oi! You're not ignoring me, are you?" Then he snapped his fingers—my phone vanished. I froze in shock for a moment, gasping. That's when I finally realized this old man wasn't joking. I had actually called for God… and God had really shown up.