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 here?" Your friend comes up to you.

"I'm seeing if Amet loves me or not." You reply.

You said, while tearing each petal.

"Why don't you just ask him directly?" Your friend asks.

"He's just going to make fun of me." You said.

"Okay, see you later!" Your friend says as she left you alone.

"He loves me, He loves me not."

"He-"

"Loves you." Amet whispers in your ear.