For her, this was all or nothing. But for him, what could it mean for him? She ran, all resolute, in an effort to meet him before her courage vanished. She stood in front of him, visibly red in the face, and spoke up.
-What am I to you?
-Huh?
-I mean… -she tried to suppress her anger, but was shaking uncontrollably–I've always liked you…
He didn't answer, and she couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
-You idiot, I'm trying to say I love you!
But he only stood still, solemn and silent.
-I'm going back home –she blurted