The person who ended seven years of unrequited love was his own cruel remark. "I've found a man I love. I need your help." The heart-wrenching words flowed from the thin, red lips of the man she had loved since they first met. "But he has absolutely no interest in me." "I'd like you to help me. I figured you'd know exactly what to do." He didn't know how he could possibly help, but he nodded her head. Fearing that opening his mouth would only unleash a torrent of tears, he had no choice but to repeatedly nod. The conclusion of a long, unrequited love... an arrangement to be a fake lover's stand-in? Is this really going to be okay?