The Last • m.yg

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I entered the music room a few minutes after you entered.

You were still staring at the note that I placed on the piano. The one that you made was long forgotten on the ground.

I picked it up, you, still oblivious to my presence.

"Sorry about the note yesterday. Please forget about it.

Enjoy your day"

I said, reading your note out loud.
I raised a brow at you.

You turned to me with a shocked expression and red cheeks, backing up until the piano hit your back.

"Um... about the... uh"

You were a stuttering mess.
You were just like some... cute tomato. I honestly don't know.
I should shut up.

...

Or maybe it's time I stop trying to hide these fucking feelings.
Maybe I should accept the fact that I like someone.
Maybe I should stop trying to act cool.

"Well no. I don't wanna forget about it" I state bluntly, looking you in the eyes.

I didn't think that your face could get any redder than it already was, but you proved me wrong.

I didn't think that you could get any cuter than you already were.

But again, you proved me wrong.

I didn't think that I could fall in love with you even more as the seconds pass.

But once again,
You proved me wrong.