"Why don't you tell him?", Sneha asked out of nowhere. We stood outside the school gate waiting for her father to come to pick her up. It was the millionth time when she was asking that question to me, and this time too, I didn't had any proper answer. "This time I need an answer Divya. You can't dodge my question everytime. You have to answer", she forced. "I can't Sneha. I fear telling him everything, because I fear loosing him", I said and hung my head low. "Did you even hear what you just said? How can you loose him by telling him that you love him?", she snapped. "Because he doesn't love me Sneha", I snapped back. "How do you know?", she asked. "He can't. Why would he? We are so different. We can't be together", I said. "Divya, opposites attract", she said. "Shut up Sneha. All this is total rubbish. The truth is, opposites can never be together. They have different liking, different perspectives of everything. Nothing matches", I said. "First of all, stop being so negative. How can you give up so easily? At least try and ask him once", she said. "Ask him and then? Make everything awkward when he'll reject me and end up destroying our friendship", I said and Sneha fell silent. "Sneha, I love him. I truly love him and if I have to spend my entire life without confessing my love for him and
being his friend, I'll be very happy, but I can't ruin everything. Sometimes I wonder how did he even accepted me as his friend, and now, I don't want to get converted to Divya, from 'his W', and for that, it's better to keep my feelings till my heart, and promise me Sneha, you won't tell him anything", I said and she remained quiet. Her father arrived and she started leaving, dodging me. "Sneha you can't go like this. Promise me", I stopped her. "Okay, promise", she said and went towards her father. "Thank me later", she shouted and I confusingly saw her leaving. I hate her when she leaves conversations in between with a cliff hanger. "Let's go", Darshan came out of nowhere and dragged me with him keeping his hand on my shoulder. "Where were you and where did you arrive from, out of nowhere?", I asked. "Why do you always have so many questions. I won't answer you, and don't worry, the teacher won't ask this in the exam, so keep quiet", he said, I softly punched him in stomach and he moved back with a chuckle. I don't know where he was, to be honest, I didn't want to know either, but all I wished was, he didn't hear anything.

(Get ready for the most awaited chapter! 😋)