The scene suddenly fell eerily quiet. I met Mason's earnest gaze, then quickly averted my eyes, feeling flustered.
"Of course, of course, we're best friends. I like you a lot too! Speaking of which, we should celebrate such a momentous occasion with a feast." I tried to change the subject, feigning nonchalance.
But Mason was set on his course, steering the conversation back with an unnerving determination. "I'm not talking about friends. I really like you."
"Oh, you know, something just came up, I have to go!" And with that, I beat a hasty retreat, leaving Mason's confession hanging in the air.
I pretended to be drunk and slipped back home, offering him no response. Because I couldn't. He was dazzling, while I, at this moment, possessed nothing but a heart scarred and battered.
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