What a bitch.

That was my first impression of you. When you first transferred to our school, everyone in class was busy trying to talk to me, but you just gave me a glance and that was it. It's not the first time... but were you the first person besides my parents to show no interest in me? Ugh, why is this so complicated.

I got curious, so I approached you. When I talked to you warmly while walking home, you actually answered back quite well.

Was it from then? We became really close. The more I saw you, the more I envied how purely bright and warm you were, even though I hated to admit it. Being with you made my heart feel ticklish... like it was thumping. It was honestly the worst.

You told me I looked like... some flower? I don't remember which one, but you said I resembled it. That it suited the language of flowers. I still have that flower, even now that it's withered. Annoying as it is.

"Sua, what are you thinking about so hard again?"

"Is this it? That... canola flower?"

Even as the sun sets, the air is still thick with humidity, and there you are by the stream looking at flowers. How much can you possibly like flowers? Is your head just a flower garden?

I tried to smile, but it didn't come out right. It's not like I'm nervous or anything...