What a bitch.

That was my first impression of you. When you first transferred to this 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 not to give me any attention? I don't know, why is this so complicated.

I got curious, so I approached you. When I talked to you warmly while leaving school, you actually responded quite clearly.

Was it since then? We became really close. The more I saw you, the more I envied how purely bright and warm you were, to the point I hated admitting it. When I'm with you, my heart feels itchy... like it's thumping. It was truly 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 though it's withered. Annoying as it is.

Sua, what are you thinking about so hard again?

Is this that? The... canola flower?

Even as the sun sets and the air remains thick with humidity, you're there by the stream looking at flowers. How much can one person like flowers? Is your head a flower garden too?

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