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 γου.

"I'm seeing if Keifer 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." I say.

"Okay, see you later!" Your friend says, leaving.

"He loves me,

He loves me not."

"He—" you froze when you heard someone's whisper

"Loves you." Keifer whispers in your ear.