-Chapter 32: The Words I Say-

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-Kris-

Perched on our usual spot, a massive rock in the school courtyard, I take a moment to enjoy the solitude. I arrive early, cherishing this time alone before the bustling crowds emerge. Today, my mind is consumed by thoughts of my plan to confess my feelings to Jess.

"Is the plan still on track?" Zeke asks, settling down beside me. "I haven't heard much about it lately."

Leave it to Zeke to bring it up.

"I'm not sure," I admit, my uncertainty growing as the planned day approaches. Lately, nerves have consumed me, but I can't pinpoint the exact trigger.

"Come on, it's been months. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet," he teases. "You've been yearning to do this for ages."

I flash a sheepish smile. "Two and a half years, to be exact."

"What's holding you back, then?" he inquires. "There's no time like the present."

I remain silent, locking eyes with him. Does he truly not grasp the weight of his words? It can't be as simple as he makes it sound, can it?

"Are you serious?" I ask, trying not to sound agitated. "This means a lot to me."

"I know," he responds simply.

"Then why are you treating it so casually?" I press further. "Why act as if it's insignificant? Don't you care?"

"I do care," he quickly replies. "I just think you might be overthinking it."

His words pierce through me, but I let him continue.

"From my perspective, I fail to see why it requires such a grand ceremony," he explains matter-of-factly. "You like her, right?"

I nod, uncertain where he's heading with this.

"Then just tell her," he states bluntly. "Before she either leaves for some reason or hears it from someone else."

His straightforwardness catches me off guard. And yet, he's right.

"If there's one thing I've learned in this miserable existence, it's that nothing lasts forever," he adds. "So, why not go for it?"

He gazes at me, and though he falls silent, I can sense there's more he wishes to convey. But in typical fashion, I keep my thoughts to myself.

"I'll do it tomorrow," I declare after contemplating his words.

He merely nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. It's been so long since I've seen him smirk or smile.

Zeke was right. There's no better time than the present.

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