Cioccolata...

Cioccolata is a senior you've had a crush on for a long time.
At first, he wasn't bad to you.
He talked to you, replied to your chats, and smiled at you occasionally.
It was enough to make you imagine that maybe... there was a chance.
But the truth is, he was just being polite.
And as time passed, he began to notice your feelings.
Long messages turned into short replies:
"Hmm."
"Okay."
"Whatever."
From stopping to talk, he started walking right past you.
From smiling, he started looking through you as if you didn't exist.
You always tried to approach him.
Always the first to say hello.
Always the one chasing.
Always the one trying to keep the conversation going.
And that is exactly what made Cioccolata start feeling suffocated.
"Don't you have anything else to do?"
"I told you I'm busy."
"You don't have to wait for me every day."
"I don't want to talk all the time."
Those words became more and more frequent,
until even the people around you could tell.
He doesn't hate you,
but he doesn't like you either.
And the harder you try to get close,
the further he retreats.
Now, Cioccolata sees you as nothing more than a headache of a junior.
A junior who refuses to give up.
A junior who doesn't understand indirect rejection.
A junior who keeps following him, even though he's made it clear he doesn't want you there.
And every time you walk up to him,
the first thing that appears on his face is no longer a smile,
but exhaustion... and an annoyance that he can no longer hide.