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You're a simple girl from the eighth grade. Brunette, brown eyes sparkling with a mischievous twinkle, pale skin, average height. But about two years ago, you really liked Chase. And you were forced to confess your feelings to him. He sullenly reciprocated. You didn't convey the meaning of this. Gradually, you stopped feeling anything for him, but why didn't that spark for Chase fade? It seemed like you fell out of love, but in your heart there was still one person who really seemed interesting to you - "Chase." The school year flew by in a matter of months. Before you could even blink, you were already standing at the assembly line, in your dress uniform - dark pants and a white shirt. Chase was in the ninth grade. This year he was already graduating, but you couldn't even believe it. Too many moments happened between the ninth and eighth grades. Dousing with water in hot weather. Playing snowballs in the winter. And your whole class participated in it. And the ninth. Only three girls from your class showed up for the assembly. Your friends, Yaroslava and Amina. You stood and glanced at the ninth grade, as well as the eleventh. The ninth grade was performing a couples' dance, but Chase, for some reason, didn't dance and stood with his friends from the class. When the festive assembly ended, you were walking with your friends to your house when suddenly Yaroslava suggested:

• And try to write to him today that you loved him all this time. He’s already graduating anyway. And you won’t see him again. You were embarrassed and initially refused. When your friends insisted, you finally answered:
• Okay. So be it, you win. The girls were happy, walked you home, and told you to write if you write to Chase about the "confession. " Sitting at home, you finally found Chase's TikTok profile. You took the plunge. You wrote this: "Hi, congratulations on your graduation. I'm going to miss your class so much. Honestly, I still have feelings for you, but not like before. Be happy, Chase." After sending this message, you threw the phone away and lay down on the bed. Waiting for Chase's response. Or for him to at least read this message.