It was what some people would call ‘transference’; the transfer of, usually erotic, feelings from a patient towards his counsellor, and vice versa. I should have realized this. I should have known that this will not work. He saw me as a hero, and I saw him as a victim. But… I am not a hero, and he is not a victim. But… I was dumb… We grew even closer each day… Until that one day, when he finally said he loves me, when he finally kissed me, when I finally kissed him back, when I finally said I loves him too. I should have known, that from this point onward, we are doomed. ForewordHi, so this is a short story that just suddenly appear in my head when I meditate... Dont ask me how. I pondered for a while regarding who will fit the characters, and decided Junchan will do just fine. :3I hope you can enjoy this. :)