one day, you suddenly started to talk to me like one of your buddies. it was nothing special—for me at least. it just your usual routine, which annoyed people to death. you stand beside my desk, holding my water bottle—spinning, whirling it while talking to me with that foolish grin on your face.
a question came into my mind—why would you give me the attention that i didn't ask for?
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japanese boy, i hate you
Short Storya story where i met this one japanese boy who kind of changed my life and he made me believed that I deserved someone better.
