"Do you know what it means to like someone? It's when one person makes a phone call, and you'll leave whatever you're doing just to join them."
"It's when someone acts cute, and you can take an overnight international flight just to keep them company."
"It's when I'm by your side, so sick that I'm almost dying, and you can't even bring yourself to look at me properly."
"I'm not just sick now, Trenton. I've been sick for a long time, even before you left, when we were still together. I was already seriously ill."
"But you couldn't see it."
...
Her tearful voice echoed forlornly in the quiet room.
It was like a red-hot needle stirring his heart, causing him to feel a sharp pain.
Their intentions couldn't be conveyed and might never be understood.
Only he knew how much he liked her.
The hatred he deliberately buried deep within him had always been there, never fading with time. It was always fresh and forcibly separated them.
