Bad Memories

I blinked a few times. A part of me wished that I was just imagining things, but the other part of me knew that I wasn't the type to. Especially not something like being confessed to.

Raisa did it really out of the blue, which made it almost possible for me to think that I was mishearing her in reality.

Almost.

She looked rather nervous, which was to be expected. It appeared she was also looking for a response. I guess there wasn't really a way to get out of this.

Deciding to do this responsibly, I did not respond immediately, thinking about how to word this. Though, to be honest, I was actually a tad bit charmed by how Raisa confessed.

Not enough to actually like her at all, but if I did, there would be more of an effect.