I like you.
She typed this line in the dialog box, gritted her teeth, and sent it. After that, she buried her head on the pillow of the sofa. The person she liked was her deskmate.
The phone vibrated, but he didn't believe it. She said angrily: Believe it or not! After saying that, he blocked his messages out of anger. After a while, she couldn't help but unblock it.
The message from the other end was: What is your purpose? She rolled her eyes, what kind of straight guy is this? When a girl confesses, she still asks about the purpose?
She asked: What do you think the purpose is? I just want to be with you. The other end was silent for a long time, and then he said: That's hard to say. She was silent for a while, her head buried in the pillow, but she was smiling, and the color of the pillow around her eyes became darker.
The phone vibrated again, and he sent another message: I don't want to have a girlfriend now, I'm sorry. She concealed it: It doesn't matter.
My head was buried on the pillow again, and I thought to myself: Sure enough...
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Her crush ended, but it started again.
*The author is sick and writes half-truths and half-falsehoods whether you believe it or not. If you want to know which half is true, guess for yourself.