Marcus and I were childhood friends, I loved him very much, but he was always indifferent to me, I didn't pay attention to it until I entered high school, I realized that my feelings were not reciprocated, I stopped chasing and talking to Marcus, and also started to find a new relationship, as for Marcus, after I stopped chasing him, he felt extremely disappointed because he also loved me very much but he just didn't want to show it to me, so when he saw that I stopped chasing him, he regretted it so much, I was at the bus stop under the awning outside, it was drizzling rain, I saw a figure approaching from afar, it was Marcus, he was coming here, it had been a week since we talked, he stood next to me at the stop and said

Marcus: hey... do you not love me anymore...?