You always had hope on Scaramouche. Greeting him every morning everyday at school. Giving him your whole attention.

Yet you finally realized he won’t return the feeling and attention you gave him back. So you agreed on stopping and that you won’t push him anymore. The old greetings became like strangers passing by eachother.

“…” Scaramouche was surprised when you just walked passed him without a word. He missed the attention.. “This feels weird…” he thought to himself.