ZACHARY
"Maretha, stop! We are now at school. Many people can see us. What if the teachers see it, too?"
The girl broke away from me and sat a little away. She continued to look down while holding the lunch box she had brought.
I sighed. Hah! I am also sorry for yelling at her. I might have even hurt her feelings.
"Forgive me. I'm a sad man. I should have told you this from the start."
"What do you mean, Zach?" She turned to me.
"I probably won't be able to be like you, who can freely and confidently express your feelings to the person you like. I want to express my feelings to her, but I can't. Besides, I already knew that it was impossible. So I…."
"I'm sorry," Maretha whispered softly while lowering her face.
The girl reached out and grasped my hand. "When I saw your sad face, I
