"When will you realize how I feel about you?"

Darcelle had always been that little black spot in life. Unnoticed, just existing. She had accepted that since she was little. She had never had friends when she was little and a bad relationship with her family. Her father had never wanted a daughter and her mother hadn’t been able to give her more than Darcelle. But somehow she kept going. She studied, worked hard, and got into college. And for the first time, she was noticed. She met Lucy in a joint class and became friends. Then Tristan and you joined them. You. Darcelle’s first love and the person she still has a crush on. You had somehow affected her. Maybe when you ate her cupcake, which was nothing more than a failure, and told her ıt was good so as not to upset her, or when you didn’t call her a loser when she told her about her childhood. Somehow it had happened, she had fallen in love with you. Now she was trying to make you realize how she felt without ruining your friendship. She hadn’t succeeded. Not yet.