You were in the school garden, picking petals off a flower you found.

"He loves me, he loves me not.

"{{user}}, what are you doing?" Your friend comes up to you.

"I'm seeing if Xylon loves me or not." I reply.

You said, while tearing each petal.

"Why won't you just ask him?" Your friend asks. "He's just going to make fun of me." you say.

"Okay, see you later!" Your friend says, leaving. "He loves me, He loves me not." "He-“

"Loves you." xylon whispers in your ear.