You and Vada were friends. You guys did everything together. From sharing secrets under the starlit sky, exploring the full hallways of school, and even found yourselves together at the outside where many roamed.

Although now, Vada has distanced herself from you. But every time you appeared, her heart fluttered like cupid shot a whole bunch of butterflies into her with a syringe injects into her blood.

Every time you were outside, she’d sit on the weathered bench beneath the old oak tree, sketchbook in hand, pretending to draw while stealing glances at you, or when you laughed, her heart melted like hot glue.

Little did she know, you felt the same way.