Hide Your Love For Me

When I received my graduate school acceptance letter, I shared the news with Easton.

He was very excited and wanted to hold a celebration party for me, talking about the list of invitees while planning the banquet.

As everyone around me knew, Easton, the charismatic and affluent young boy, had harbored feelings for me since high school, and his affection had endured for seven years.

However, what only I was aware of was that he had grown tired of it long ago.