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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.
That split second of eye contact, and now he couldn't forget them.
Those eyes didn't just look at him; they stayed.
" Was she from my class? "
" Impossible. "
" If she were, how had I never noticed her before? "
He didn't understand it, but he felt it.
" I want... I 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 her
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"Is there something wrong?" he asked softly.
"No," she replied, her gaze fixed on the floor, toes tracing invisible patterns.
"Then... why can't you like me?"
He let out a slow breath, already knowing the ache that followed.
"Do you like someone else?"
His heart raced at the thought of losing her.
"No."
She looked up at him immediately.
"There's nothing like that."
"Then why?" he whispered, emotions burning his throat.
"Why can't you feel what I feel?"
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"What are you doing here?" she asked, not angry, just confused by an emotion she couldn't name.
Was it happiness because they met again?
Or sadness because she knew she could no longer push him away?
"I don't think that's any of your concern anymore," he replied, pretending indifference he didn't feel.
"You've changed," she said with a small smile.
"So have you," he answered, his eyes drifting past her, to the boy waiting quietly behind her.
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𝑨 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.
That's all it took, for two strangers to become something unforgettable.
He noticed her when the world was loud and moving, when no one else mattered.
She didn't notice him back, not in the same way, not yet.
What begins as a silent pull turns into an unspoken confession, a love held too carefully, and a fear that keeps hearts apart. Time passes. People change. Feelings are buried... or so they think.
But some connections don't fade.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕.
This is a story about missed chances, quiet longing, and the kind of love that doesn't disappear, it pauses, it hurts, and it grows stronger in the silence.