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The summer-like hot sun mercilessly baked the back of my head. I rolled up both pants and dipped my feet into the cool water of the lake. The bluish mirror surface reflected rare fluffy clouds and crowns of nearby trees. A turquoise dragonfly flew past and hovered nearby over the water surface, sparkling its wings in the sun.

It's good to be a dragonfly, I thought. You fly all day long back and forth and do not know grief. The fat frog appeared out of nowhere. A swift throw and the life of a tiny creature was cut short.

In the same way, a couple of hours ago, my last hope for Nick's mutual feelings was cut short. And now the feeling of uselessness and bitter disappointment in myself corroded me from the inside. And all because of my friend Lisa. It was she who constantly praised Nick and made me pay attention to him.

“Look what it is,” she sighed languidly. Well, I looked.

Black-haired and black-eyed, like all dark ones, Nick was indeed handsome and, last but not least, bore a well-kn