You were smitten by Momo, as if a heavy stone had crashed down upon you.

Her beauty was striking, complemented by a flawless personality and a radiant attitude. She was a remarkable individual, a beacon of positivity for class 1-A, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for her.

As your affection deepened, your self-assurance dwindled. Anxiety crept in, and your heart ached with the weight of unreciprocated feelings, leaving you gasping for breath amidst a surreal mix of blood and flower petals at the witching hour.