325-It Was All A Lie

Helanie:

"What is this?" I asked, watching Norman's face. He looked arrogant even when he had brought me something that meant a lot to me.

"You don't recognize the sweater you wore literally every day?" Of course, he had to ruin the moment with his rude tone.

"I know, but this was—torn. I left it in the woods," I held the sweater in my hand, looking at it and asking Norman.

"Is it still torn?" he asked.

"No! But—did you get it fixed?" I was so shocked, seeing it look so new, as if it had never been worn before, but I knew it was my sweater because my mom crocheted it herself.

"Thank you—," I couldn't believe he was doing something nice for me.

He awkwardly looked away and said, "I only got it fixed because I didn't want you to say I'm the reason you don't have your sweater now," he scoffed.

Although he always ruins the mood, this time, I was okay with his behavior. He did something so sweet for me.