“Uhm.”

I read it silently to myself. Feeling that it seemed too impersonal, I drew a little cute heart shape at the end of the sentence.

There, now when he reads it, he’ll throw up.

With a satisfied expression on my face, I placed the letter into an envelope and sealed it shut. As soon as the letter was locked in the envelope I let out a loud and resolute sigh.

“Phew.”

Now I could only hope that Noah will rip the letter into a thousand pieces and dispose of the pathetic remains in the trash, or better yet, incinerate them.

***

It was seven o’clock in the morning, a time when most of the students would either be just waking up or still sleeping.

I took my letter and left the dormitory. Noah, being the model student that he was, would likely be already out and about. Now was my chance.

“Oh, so tired.”

I rubbed my eyes as I made my way to the boys’ locker room. I had no difficulty in finding Noah’s name.

Noah’s locker perfectly reflected his personality. It was clean and everything inside had been meticulously organized. However, sure enough, it was stock full of letters. There were so many that it was likely that many of them had been in there since yesterday.

Whoa… I didn’t know he was THIS popular.

I suddenly felt like a tiny grain of sand insignificantly situated on an expansive beach.

The letters were all dark pink as well. Pink, pink, pink… All of them PINK! They were all so radiant that my eyes were starting to burn.

Seeing as they were all the same color as my letter, it was needless to say that mine wouldn’t stand out among the others. Maybe that’s a good thing.

I took my letter and inserted it the best I could in-between the others. Once my letter was all the way in, the tower of letters began to buckle as if it were going to collapse at any moment. I wasted no time in quickly shutting the door to the locker before they could all spill out onto the floor around me.

“Phew.”

I didn’t know what I would have done if they all came tumbling out.

I trembled all over just imagining it. I shut my eyes in relief that such a disaster didn’t occur. However, my relief was short-lived as I caught a glimpse of shimmering silver hair off in the distance at the other end of the hallway.

“!!!”

I quickly hid myself behind one of the pillars.

Not long after, the figure had approached close enough to reveal who it really was. There was no mistake. It was indeed Noah.

Noah’s footsteps rang out in the hallway as he headed for his locker. He reached out his hand to open it.

Ahhh! Oh no, not now!

I stood frozen to the spot as I bit my lower lip out of fear.

“…!”

All of the pink letters came crashing down right into Noah’s face.

The whole precariously stacked tower of pink letters, filled with the juicy emotions of a countless number of lovestruck schoolgirls, collapsed. As the tower of letters plummeted to the cold marble floor of the hallway, so too did the innermost feelings of those schoolgirls.

Even though I had no idea who those girls could be, I wanted to apologize for what I had just done to their letters. However, there was no one I wanted to say sorry to more than Noah, who was struck on the side of the face by the avalanche of letters.

Noah, with a suspicious look in his eyes, bent down and picked up the letter that had struck him in the face.

… I need to get the hell out of here!

A tidal wave of panic suddenly slammed right into me. I began to tiptoe around the pillar in a way that Noah wouldn’t be able to spot me and soon was able to slip away undetected. My legs were trembling more than ever.

***

After the sun went down, the clubroom was dead quiet.

There were rumors floating around of ghosts coming out at night, so it was rare to see anyone after dark.

It didn’t matter to me; I didn’t believe in that stuff anyway. To be precise, I had something much more important to concern myself with regardless of whether there really were any ghosts about or not.

I chewed on my fingernails.

“Hmmm…”

I wasn’t able to focus on any of my classes at all today. I was lucky the exams were over.

I looked at my watch. It was 8:55 pm. Only five minutes left. I was feeling a little sweaty now. Maybe I should have shown up a little later.

“Ah-hew.”

I let out a sigh and picked out a daisy from one of the flower pots and sat down. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown if I stayed here any longer.

“He’s coming, he’s not coming, he’s coming…” I mumbled as I picked off the petals of the flower one by one. A feeling of doubt surged through me.

“… He’s not coming.”

Ugh, I should’ve known.

A forced laugh escaped my lips as I cast the stem aside. I was determined, but I still felt a little bitter inside.

I brushed off my skirt and picked myself up to head out, but then…