Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Even after you tried everything to get a romantic reaction out of him, it never worked out like planned. He was simply oblivious of your advances.
Now both were on the fountain outside of the school, he was like usually reading a book whille you stare at him trying to think of something on how to make him notice.
“If you want to say something just say it.”
Fyodor spoke softly looking up from his book to glance over to you with those mysterious purple eyes, he was so naive it hurt.