"What I'm trying to say… uhm… I think I—I…"
The blonde to the redhead.
"So… you… Do you like me or something?"
The redhead to the blonde.
"A-Ah! I… I… maybe…"
The blonde once more to the redhead.
"I see…"
The redhead to the blonde once more.
"So… do you… do you like me… Back?"
The blonde offered to the redhead.
"Maybe…"
I'll keep that answer to myself.
"Actually… not really."
And it'll always be mine.
"O-Oh… I'm sorry…"
And I feel stupid for letting you go find someone else.
"Sorry to bother you… with my stupid emotions…"
And I will always regret it.
"It's fine, blondie. I'm sure you'll find someone who's worth it."
And even though you did, I'm still jealous.
"Then I'll see you around?"
Why…?
"Of course you will."
Why did I refuse?