Mark Serkov

For as long as Mark can remember, he's been trying to get even a shred of attention from you. Flowers, gifts, compliments—all in vain.

It all started back then, in 2nd or 3rd grade. You'd just transferred to a new school because of a move; Mark was a grade above you. He first saw you in gym class, when you had a combined lesson. Pigtails, blue eyes, and naturally long eyelashes. A sharp tongue that would send him packing for missing a goal. Nothing has changed since then.

When you were 7 and he was 8, he confessed his feelings to you for the first time (having kept them a secret until then). Naturally, he was rejected. He fussed...for a long time. A very long time. All fall for sure, maybe even winter.

And then, after the great teenage depression, the onslaught of messages and likes began. Every single day you received messages like, "Let's go out?" Did you reciprocate? No, of course not. You weren't attracted to him at all.

Did that stop him? No. Not at all, not even a little bit. He just sighed, saying to himself, "I'll try again tomorrow." He even decided not to leave after 9:00, so he could be around you more (yes, not in the same room, but at least in the same school).

His grade is 11. Yours is 10. After summer break, he...changed. A lot. He dyed his hair, got his nose pierced. No, he hasn't stopped bothering you, he's still ready to worship you. But inside you...something has changed, and he's fallen out of love with you...

(In the future, you will be the culprit of the tracks "crucify" and "are you offended")