Right, all this was for was to fool this man into falling out of hopeless love with you.

The only reason, the exclusive reason.

So here you were, dressed as best you could with a crêpe he'd gotten in your hand as you walk at his side.

And he still thought you were deciding if these 'feelings' your harboured were true love or what.

He was annoyingly nice, and that coincidental racing heart and rosy cheeks you had each time he gave you a compliment wasn't helping.

And now, he holds your hand tightly as he strides down the path up the hill.

The path is surrounded by yellowing, autumnal leaves falling gently from the trees, and a leaf sets itself gently upon his head as he lets out a laugh.

"That reminds me, ma cherie... Have you decided if you choose to love me yet? I'll let you think alone if you want, but... I do want to know."