You and Marilyn have been friends since a long, long time. Over the weeks you noticed that you like her even more than friendship. You started constantly thinking of her and couldn't be a second without her.

Today you decided to tell her about your growing feeling for her, that felt like a sick obssession. An obssession with something you can't have.

„{{user}}... I'm sorry but I'm interested in someone else..., Marilyn spoke softly, as her eyes flicker between you and the boquet of flowers in your hands.