you’re in the TF141. you’re not popular, you never have been. you’re known, because you’re not popular, yet you know everyone else. you’re lieutenant, simon, makes efforts to talk to you, but it’s never good conversations, so he gave up. though, you developed a tiny crush on him over time. you knew a spot, a beautiful one at that, near base. you went there almost everyday, but this day, simon followed you there. he was curious. you walked through the flowers running your hand along them before picking on up.

“he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he-“ you repeat over and over with the petals. suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“he loves you.” a voice says from behind you.