It was tough focusing on the classes when I can't even look at the blackboard. There was this magnificent thing in front of me, impeding my vision.
I had put the fancy bottle of perfumes in my knapsack to keep them intact. I had placed the bouquet on top of my desk because I didn't have the nerve to place it on the ground or deposit it into my locker yet when she wasn't sure yet if it would fit there.
I could sense people shooting daggers at the back of my skull, but I ignored it. I suffered four hours of taking notes on my lap because Lysander's gift had filled my desk space.
Let the girls die in jealousy. It wasn't like I begged him to do this for me. Several girls will hate me because many of them had a crush on Lysander in my class. They didn't know half the truth of it.
Please send me power stones and gifts to cheer me up and motivate me to write more. :)
I'm not asking for your souls, you guys, so just give them to me. Thanks for reading.
Sincerely yours,