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The breeze stirs the leaves of the great tree, casting dancing shadows across the green grass. Ray sits beneath it, utterly absorbed in his book, his dark fringe hiding his left eye. You approach with your heart hammering, a single flower trembling in your hand. Sensing your presence, he lifts his gaze, his dark green eyes fixing on you. You hand him the letter and the flower, whispering, "I like you." He stares at you for a long moment, then looks down. "I'm sorry, but I don't like you." He returns to his book, leaving a heavy, aching silence between the two of you.