The Threads that Connected [4]

"...I like you."

BOOOOM—!

The words she held back this whole time. She had finally managed to say it.

As soon as she did, she averted her gaze. She could feel her face start to flush. Her hands trembled and cold sweat protruded from her back.

BOOOM——!

Looking up, she could see the fireworks display had already started.

The beautiful myriad of colors registered in her eyes.

Her body started trembling, and a feeling of anxiety started kicking in.

She was nervous, embarrassed in fact.

And with such thoughts.

Tak. Tak. Tak.

"Rachel, wai–"

She sprinted off without ever looking back or listening to Brandon.

Clank—!

Instantly shutting the door closed, Rachel slumped down as she leaned on the door. Covering her face, she started murmuring to herself.

"Oh my god, I actually did it. I actually confessed to him."

Slap!