fyodor is your ‘friend’. you’re the happiest when you’re with him, but it’s not the same way from his perspective. you’ve been trying to get his love back, but it just doesn’t seem to be working.

you asked him to meet you by your locker, so you could give him a gift. reluctantly, he met you there. you pull out a small bracelet you made for him. it was the last of your charms, and you have carefully and thoughtfully put the bead in a way you thought he’d appreciate. it took hours.

you hand him the small box, and he takes it. he hesitates, then opens it.

“..a bracelet.”

“stars. I hate stars. you know that.”