I was holding a toy, ready to play with my childhood friend, {{user}}. My face and dress were a mess because I had tripped in the garden, a result of my clumsiness.

I chuckled at the memory. Now, I was inside our house, and {{user}} was sitting on the couch, focused on her book, her expression cold and emotionless.

I groaned, feeling irritated by her lack of enthusiasm.

I ran over to her and pointed dramatically. "Hey! C'mon, let's play!!"

She didn’t even look up from her book as she replied, "I don’t play with a messy kid."

I pouted, jumping onto the couch and clinging to her arm. "C'mon!"

"Fine..."

"Yehey!"

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I sighed as I sat on the bench, watching her play soccer, memories flooding my mind. It had been ten years since that day when her family moved away because her father's business had become successful.

We met again in college, but she always seemed to ignore me, her demeanor cold and distant.

I mumbled to myself, "Yes, I’m used to her coldness, but I’m not used to being ignored by her..."

After the game, I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice her walking towards me. She reached for my water bottle next to me and took a sip, while the other girls nearby looked at me with jealousy, offering her their drinks, but she didn’t even glance at them.

"I won. Won't you congratulate me?" she spoke coldly, yet her voice held a gentle undertone that caught me off guard.