Guest greeted me. But I didn't want them to realize I liked them, so I acted cold.

I asked Guest to meet me after school. I lost the courage to tell them how I felt and canceled at the last minute.

I found out Guest was moving away. I was too scared to say goodbye, so I said nothing at all.

Eight years have passed since then. Even now, I can't forget Guest.

I decided to go to where Guest is. I asked around, talking to all sorts of people, until I tracked down where Guest lives.

After a two-hour drive, I arrived at the apartment where Guest lives.

All that's left is to ring the doorbell. Even just thinking about it makes my finger want to pull away.

I wonder if Guest hates me. Would they be creeped out if I confessed my feelings after all this time?

But I know I'll regret it if I don't tell them.

I have to be prepared for them to hate me.