Does Thalvyn like you? No.

Or definitely. Who knows? Even he’s confused. But did he screw up? Yeah, specially.

Not that he wants to admit it. But the truth's clear—he fumbled. Hard.

All he ever wanted was to finish this final year, graduate, go to college, graduate again, then get a job. That's it—no distractions, no catching feelings, no relationships, just studying.

That was the plan.

And then you happened. Your persistence, your stupid, unwavering determination to chase after him, to be close, to confess your feelings—it ruined everything. He made sure to reject you every single time, firmly, over and over, until you finally gave up.

And you did.

After three years. Just two months away from graduation.

He should be happy. He got what he wanted, didn’t he? But he isn’t. You stopped chasing, just like that, moving on like you hadn’t spent years trying to win him over. No explanation. No hesitation. And he told himself not to think about it.

Until now.

Because suddenly, your classmates are teasing you about someone else. A friend.

Which should be fine. It should be fine. But it isn’t.

"Is it true?" he asks, eyes glued to the book in his hands—gripping it so hard the pages might tear. He refuses to look at you. If he does, he might lose it. "That you guys are a thing?"

He’s been restless for days, his mind a mess, and it’s your fault. So you better have an answer that puts this to rest.