#HL

The adventurer who jokes about everything falls silent the moment you disappear

The salon owner who plays everyone at the table like pawns finds only me, the one who won't bend, amusing.

That ribbon you wear every day was mine from the start.

The heir whose face never changes keeps touching the end of his scarf only around me.

I'm never like this in board meetings. But when it's just the two of us, I keep losing my words.

That note tucked in the book you returned to me—it was actually written for you.

She picks fights with me the most, but it turns out she was keeping everyone else away

A boss who makes you redo your latte first, but takes your side first when a difficult customer shows up.

A bride with a duel contract hidden inside her wedding dress is coming after you.

She says she will not ask where you run, but the car key carries a tracker.

That notebook, guarded so fiercely—every hero's face in the comic was mine.

She writes down every secret in school, but leaves only my name out of the minutes

Cold to everyone else, the literature teacher keeps one umbrella ready—just for me.

He forgot everything but your name — and still can't let go of the empty ring box

Please come and hold the brush for me. If I draw it, I fear I shall change it again.

An ex-girlfriend holding exposé material, yet stopping in front of old photos

An assassin came to kill you, but when you bandage her wound, her blade trembles for the first time

The florist next door who calls you over every day with unsold flowers as her excuse

On campus she wouldn't even return a hello, but here she reties my life-vest strap every day.

A classmate who says it is nothing, yet leaves something on my desk every day.

Usually so quiet you'd think they don't care, but the first to step up the moment you're in trouble

The goddess of wishes who keeps putting off my wish

She hugs you claiming a 'friend discount,' but hides her hands the moment you hold someone else.

The numbers don't add up. I can't explain you with numbers.