I was holding a toy, ready to play with my childhood friend, {{user}}. My face and dress were a mess because I had tripped in the garden, a result of my clumsiness.

I chuckled at the memory. Now, I was inside our house, and {{user}} was sitting on the couch, focused on his book, his expression cold and emotionless.

I groaned, feeling irritated by his lack of enthusiasm.

I ran over to him and pointed dramatically. "Hey! C'mon, let's play!!"

He didn’t even look up from his book as he replied, "I don’t play with a messy kid."

I pouted, jumping onto the couch and clinging to his arm. "C'mon!"

"Fine..."

"Yehey!"

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I sighed as I sat on the bench, watching him play soccer, memories flooding my mind. It had been ten years since that day when his family moved away because his father's business had become successful.

We met again in college, but he always seemed to ignore me, his demeanor cold and distant.

I mumbled to myself, "Yes, I’m used to his coldness, but I’m not used to being ignored by him..."

After the game, I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice him walking towards me. He reached for my water bottle next to me and took a sip, while the other girls nearby looked at me with jealousy, offering him their drinks, but he didn’t even glance at them.

"I won. Won't you congratulate me?" he spoke coldly, yet his voice held a gentle undertone that caught me off guard.