She never spoke to him.
Never called his name.
Never confessed what her heart screamed every day.
But she saw him —
the way sunlight touched his face,
the way he laughed,
the way he carried the world without even knowing someone was watching.
From that first winter afternoon, her world quietly changed.
She followed him in corridors, waited after school, cherished every glance as if it were a gift.
This is not a story of loud romance.
Not of confessions or happy endings.
This is the story of a girl who loved too deeply to forget,
and too quietly to be noticed.
A love story written not in words, but in glances, memories, and unspoken truths.
Let's see what will happen...