Night Labyrinth

After the lights were turned off, I lay on the bed, imagining the scene of my confession to He Lin for the umpteenth time.

"Have you liked anyone in the past four years?"

I want to ask the export seemingly unintentionally.

Then what will she say?

"No" or...

I shook my head, shaking off the unrealistic fantasy in my mind.

Obviously already decided, a confession is a farewell.

What are you doing with those false hopes?

But I can't help but think about it.

I turned over holding the quilt.

Ok.

She said "no."

Then I said, "I haven't had it in four years, tsk tsk tsk, I still liked someone."

No, is it "like" or "liked"?

I struggled for a while, still unable to weigh.

Decided to move on to the next sentence first.

Then He Lin asked, "Who is it?"

I was very calm and said with a calm smile, "You."

At that time, the expression must be just right, and you must pretend that you don't care anymore.

It's like saying, "Oh, I used to love a dress."

Then it was my turn to get He Lin's shocked expression.

What will she say?

"sorry"?

It must be "I'm sorry".

Even if it's just this sentence, I just want to see He Lin's panicked expression.

Since the day I met her, she was polite and distant at the beginning, and later she was joking and black-bellied, she was not so indifferent all the time.

But I, who used to be very indifferent to people and things, lost control many times.

I once fell in love with her because of this indifference, but now I hate her indifference to death.

God knows how much I want to see her lose control once.

It's better to lose control because of me.

And after that, I can end this secret love with satisfaction and collapse.

She patted her butt and left with a very relaxed expression, and then hugged her head and cried at the next corner where she couldn't see.

As for whether it will be embarrassing, normal or never interacting with each other after that, I don't dare to think about it anymore.

This is the best of all the different versions I've come up with for the ending of my pathetic college crush.

Reaching under the pillow, there lay a thick notebook.

I took it out gently and opened it carefully.

There is a small sunflower that has withered in the book.

It was He Lin's birthday present to me, and it was the only gift she ever gave me.

I couldn't see the shape of the flower clearly in the dark, so I stretched out my hand and gently stroked its outline.

The petals of the tentacled sunflower are dry and brittle, but I feel a strange sense of relief when I touch it.

He Lin must not know that I have been collecting this flower.

Whenever I encounter something about He Lin and I can't make up my mind, I will take out this sunflower and have a look.

As if it could enlighten me.

I touched this sunflower, thinking about when I would realize my confession plan.

It's late March, the third week of the semester.It is only 3 months away from He Lin's graduation.

And I procrastinate and procrastinate, and I can't make up my mind.

Because I always think, if I don't tell the truth, will it be one year later, three years later, five years later, when we are all qualified to be independent, when I can stand in front of her with confidence...

I can find her again, look at her directly and domineeringly and say, "Hey, He Lin, date me!"

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Here is the transitional chapter, as compensation there will be a second update tonight~