"Behind Him, Always"
For three years, I sat behind him in every exam.
For three years, I memorized the way his hand moved when he wrote, the way he smiled when he got an answer right.
And for three years, I kept my feelings buried deep, watching him love someone else—someone who didn't deserve him.
We barely spoke. Just borrowed notes, awkward glances, and moments that meant everything to me... and nothing to him.
Until the day she broke him.
Now he's shattered, lost, and maybe—just maybe—starting to see me.
But what do you do when the person you've loved in silence finally looks your way... for all the wrong reasons?
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