3rd person POV
Loser had been on Gaty's mind for a bit. She had feelings for him but was anxious. She was scared she would walk away from Loser after confessing with a broken heart. Loser was someone who deserved someone better than Gaty, someone who was perfect. Gaty always thought she needed to be perfect even after being told she didn't need to several times. She looked around and conveniently saw Loser.
He was all by himself, looking at clouds. Gaty needed someone to talk to, so she went over to Loser. "H-hey Loser? Can I talk to you?" Gaty asked softly. "Hi, Gaty! Sure, what's up?" Loser asked, sitting up and patting next to him, signalizing Gaty to sit next to him. Gaty sat next to him and started ranting about how she had the terrible feeling of needing to be perfect. This went on for a few minutes until Gaty started panting, catching her breath after talking for so long non-stop. Loser waited for Gaty to catch her breath and once she did, he started giving advice to her. "We've all been there, Gaty.
Trust me. 'perfect' isn't a thing, but people think it is. There are people who still love you even though you aren't perfect, including me." Gaty was flustered. "I- I love y- you too, Loser." Gaty stuttered. "I- I meant 'caring' kind of love, but I love you. Even though you aren't perfect, which is a good thing." Loser said to Gaty, planting a kiss on her forehead.
