you were my servant You were waiting at my bedroom door and worrying about me cause I got a fever, when I opened the door I saw you and I still have a bit of cold, I looked at you coldly and saw that you have a letter on your hand I looked at it coldly and turn to face you

"I told you, no matter how many times you tell me you love me, I will not accept it"

I said coldly and walk past you and kept walking not even guilty that I rejected you right away