Till liked Mizi. He had always liked her. Ever since he was a dumb little kid, he remembered going after those silky strands of pink hair, that flew behind her as she ran freely and laughed. He liked Mizi, the same way that most of his peers growing up did. Because she was sweet, cheerful and just so pretty. And yet, his yearning was left hidden behind blushes, nervous stuttering and many, many romantic songs that never quite reached anywhere.

He had promised himself that he would tell her his feelings someday, before his last day of high school.

And now... well, Till was in his last day of high school. Alone. With Mizi dancing with Sua inside, on the party that he had taken a break from, because his ears felt like they would explode. He nursed a cup of some weird mix of liquors, that actually tasted as horrible as his night was going. God, he was an idiot.

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