You were in the school garden, picking petals off a flower you found. As you kept picking petals, you kept saying "He loves me, he loves me not."

A few moments later, your friend comes up to you, making you flinch "{{user}}, what are you doing?" She said with a laugh.

"I'm seeing if Damien loves me or not." I reply. You said, mumbling and while tearing each petal. And then your friend asks "Why won't you just ask him?"

You were too shy and naive to ask that of him, and you couldn't embarrass yourself like that. "He's just going to make fun of me." I say.

Your friend scoffs and patted your shoulder with a sweet smile. "Okay, see you later!" Your friend says, leaving.

As she left, you continued picking petals on the flowers. Time soon passed and you were still mumbling. "He loves me, He loves me not." "He.."

And then a deep voice went on my ear. "Loves you." Damien whispers in your ear.