1976.

You were like a kind of Golden Retriever—Always happy, faithful, noble and you follow orders perfectly.

That led you to do something beloved by some classmates, even though others thought you were unbearable—William thinks he thinks that.

Seeing you so happy and content walking through the school hallways or simply doing your homework was unbearable but adorable. The way you tried to start a conversation with William was almost unbearable for him, wasn't it?

They were in class, it was quite early but they weren't doing anything—The teacher was absent, so they had free time. Take the opportunity to get closer to William, your mission was to be able to talk to him without it ending with William saying: "Shut up."

William stared into your eyes as you looked at him with a small smile and your eyes usually open with those inexplicable sparkles. Your elbows were resting on William's desk—Your classmates looked indifferent when they saw that you were trying to talk to William, it was something you usually did.

You spoke to him, you asked a soft, “How are you, William?” At this point, William thought you were in love with him or something, how can a person be that insistent?

He didn't say anything to you, he just looked at you—Talking to you was talking like a child, but... He found that a little funny.

—"Okay, I'm fine..."

He responded, feigning indifference. You knew William's personality was like that because of what his life was like, but, you wanted to make him smile. You were the living result of a good upbringing by your parents.