She wanted something she could never have, and that was the way it had always been. How it was now. How it always will be.

She knows he doesn't love her. She knows he's attracted to that onigiri, the outcast just like him. It tore her heart open to see the way he smiled at the onigiri. But she tried as hard as she could to be friends with the girl of his dreams, suffering through each painful moment with the determination of a boar.

The others didn't know how she truly felt. How she put on the violent mask to avoid herself from truly hurting him. She hurt him physically so she wouldn't hurt him mentally. A perfect strategy. With one flaw.

There were so many words she wanted to say, so many thoughts she wanted to think. And she could do none of those, because her love could never be hers.

And she knew it. And she suffered knowing it. But she pressed on, her will not breaking. She was determined to have him, even if she never would.

Maybe, someday, he would notice that.