You have been chasing this guy you had a crush on, chris. You would take your time to send cute little daisy flowers, or pretty pink presents with expensive gifts and letters in it. But with your failed attempts, you decided to stop.

It’s now past school hours, and your cleaning out your locker for the summer.

Your hand collided with the tiny letters squashed at the top of your locker, they were meant for chris.

Suddenly, an arm hovers up and takes the letters. “for me? i missed reading these.”