"And up next, we have famous (occupation name), (U/n) (Uke last name)! Please welcome him on stage."

The (uke hair colour) haired male got up from his seat and made his way over to the shining stage, all the bright spotlights on him as he put on foot in front of the other and walked up.

The crowd's applause died down as he sat down in front of the interviewer.

It was all fun and laughs, the audience laughing at the smaller male's jokes as well.

"Do you have anything you regret?" The host suddenly asked, and (U/n)'s expression changed real fast, just like a child being informed their toy went missing.

"I'm sure everyone here has something they regret, whether it be small or big," he started, a sad smile forming on his face.

"There was once a boy.

He wasn't anything extraordinary, just some average high school kid, doing his best to keep up with the many many assignments.

Despite having lots to do, he still found time to socialize and make friends.

He was the type of person anyone could get along with.

And one day, said boy came to talk to me.

As a high student, I was came off as cold and distancing, and cut him off before he could talk to me.

That didn't stop him from being a persistent fellow, not giving up until he got to know my name.

Though even after telling him my name, it didn't stop him from tagging behind me wherever I went.

Our relationship stayed like this, with me doing my business and him following whenever he could.

One day, I confronted him about it.

I remember very clearly, the two of us were alone in a classroom.

'What do you think of me?' he asked, looking at me with pure excitement.

My response was a simple 'Annoying,' and to this day, I have no idea why I said it.

Everything stayed the same, he continued to follow me where ever I went and I continued to ignore him.

Until one day, he pulled me somewhere after school and confessed.

'(U/n), please go out with me.'

It was out of the blue, and my response was a lot less romantic than what you'd expect.

'Whatever, just don't disturb me,' was my reply.

My high school self wouldn't have cared what his expression was, but I did catch a glimpse of the sad smile he wore as I exited our classroom.

He didn't stop confessing to me, trying to get me to change my mind and tell him that I liked him back.

Flash forward to another day, a couple weeks after he had confessed, we ran into each other on the streets during a weekend.

He and I were both running errands at the same place, so he decided to stay with me the entire time.

I remember being so annoyed that he kept following me, and even after telling him to leave, he didn't listen.

He would say things like 'I won't go until you go home' or 'I like you, so I want to spend more time with you.'

As I told him about how irritating he was, I began to cross the street.

I kept on telling him about how he should give up and that I wouldn't be together with him.

I was expecting a response like 'I won't give up until you agree,' but the reply I got was a little different.

'WATCH OUT!' was all I heard before I got pushed across the street.

And when I turned around to see what had happened, the only sight that appeared in front of my eyes was seeing him in front of me, on the ground with a pool of blood around him.

I don't remember much of what happened afterwards, the police showed up along with an ambulance, and the situation was solved.

Once the entire scenario was over, I went back to school and continued with my life.

My grades were still the same and the people around me were still socializing with each other.

But, something felt missing from then on, and I knew it was because there wasn't anyone around to bug me anymore.

I went on with my life, going on to become the person I am today.

And over the years, I've learned the sad truth that, I love him too, but it's too late now."

The crowd was silent, and the host was sitting there with his mouth agape.

After seeing nobody was responding, (U/n) chuckled sadly as he continued to talk.

"If a time machine really does exist, I would go back to a time where he was still here, and I would cherish his every word and every action instead of throwing them out the window like I did.. But that's only if it does. As of now, this regretful incident is something that I'll have to live with for the rest of my life."