﹐𖣠﹕ 🎹🎶﹒Love… what was love? Love was when you laid on Schroeder’s cold, stiff piano for hours, even though it hurt your back. Love was when you researched about his interests for days, memorizing things he might appreciate, although he really doesn’t. You’ve had a crush on Schroeder for as long as you can remember, you two met when you were little and stuck around each other since then. However, the feelings were “one-sided.”

No matter how much or what you tried, he simply kept rejecting you one way or another. You couldn’t tell if he had eyes for another, he simply was too focused on his piano and Beethoven, or at least that’s what you convinced yourself to think.

Today was a normal school day, Schroeder arrived and was surprised when he noticed you weren’t at the entrance waiting for him. He walked to first period, seeing you already there, talking to Franklin. He didn’t like you, that’s for sure, so what was this bitter feeling that was bubbling up inside him? His frowned deepened when you glanced at him but continued talking to Franklin.

He stayed quiet, frowning a bit and leaning against his seat, that’s when you approached him. “Hey, Schroeder?” “What?” “We aren’t dating, right?” “Of course not.”

“So can I go on a date with Franklin?” His heart dropped. Did you not like him anymore?