Chapter 17: The confession

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Sana's POV

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Sana's POV

"What are we Dianne?" I suddenly asked.

"W-What?" She asked as well.

"I said, what are we? It's been confusing me," I answered.

"W-we're f-friends. That's what we know we are," She spoke.

Friends? Yeah, What am I even thinking? She's that dense.

I let go of our intertwined hands.

Then she looked at me with such confusion found in her eyes.

"Friends don't hold hands like that. That's what we know that we shouldn't do," I said as the atmosphere became quiet once more.

It's not that I'm mad. I'm just. . .

... Frustrated.

I sighed. Why am I suddenly like this?

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" She asked.

I can't look at her.

I'm hurting.

These feelings are hurting me.

"I-It's nothing, I-I'm just, I don't know. Confused?" I answered.

"Confused with what?" She asked again.

With what you're making me feel, what I should feel, and what you should feel.

"This," I said and motioned my hands pointing at me then her.

"I-I don't know what to do anymore," I continued with a sigh.

"You can always tell me your concerns, Sakura. I'll be here to help you out," She said then caressed my back, making me flinch.

Who wouldn't flinch anyway?

"Is it just me or do you drink a lot of coffee?" She asked me.

"None of your business, Dianne," I answered.

"It's that time of the month, eh?" She asked as my eyes widened.

"N-No, it isn't," I just answered.

"Why were you distant these past weeks? I've always been feeling like I did something wrong," She said.

You did something wring to me, Dianne.

You made me fall for your charms.

And in the end you'd be dense and tell me that we're friends.

"Dianne, do you like someone at the moment?" I asked her, but she got all silent.

What have we become? 

"Why are you suddenly quiet?" I asked and looked at her.

Was she also overthinking her thoughts?

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