Selina
It's been how many days now? I lost count.Sometimes he looks at me like... he sees me. Like maybe — just maybe — he's feelin' the same thing.And then other days?He walks right past like I'm invisible.Like I don't even exist.
I'm stuck in my own head again.Always thinkin' about him. Jayden.The guy who doesn't even really know me... but somehow, feels like he does.Or at least, did.
Why do I feel like there was something?In the beginning — there was, right?The way he looked at me in class that one time.How he sat next to me in the caf even though the whole place was empty.Those random glances down the hallway.The half-smile.The way he said my name. God.I built a whole world off that one second.
I started makin' up stories in my head."He's just shy.""He's figuring it out.""Maybe he likes me but doesn't know how to show it."A million maybes.And I believed every single one.
Then came that day.I finally got close. Said something.And he looked at me like…"What are you doing here?"Cold. Blank. Like I was no one.That look shattered everything.
I spiraled.Why did I even like him?Was it all just in my head?Was I just lonely and desperate for connection?
I thought maybe if I changed, I'd be good enough.New hair. New vibe. New me.But no matter what I did — he was still just... him.Doing his thing. Chillin' with his people.Probably crushing on someone else.
It wasn't just about Jayden.It was about realizing I created this whole version of him in my mind.A version that never existed.And that broke me.
Jayden
I saw her again today.Selina.
She was walking past, real quiet like she always does.Didn't look at me.Didn't smile.Just… kept it moving.
I wanted to say something.Anything.But I didn't.
'Cause the truth?I don't know how to talk to her.She always looked like she was somewhere else — in her own world.And me? I've always been too good at pretending I don't care.
But I noticed her.From the jump.The way she'd listen in class.The way she carried herself — soft but strong.Different.
I remember that one time in the cafeteria.I sat next to her on purpose.Could've picked anywhere — but I picked her.We didn't talk much, but man, the way our eyes met?That stuck with me.
I'd catch myself watching her sometimes.She had this energy. Like she felt everything 10x more than everyone else.Made me nervous, not gonna lie.I ain't used to that kinda honesty. That kind of real.
But then time passed.And I started pulling back.Not 'cause I didn't care —But 'cause I didn't know if she did.And I was scared to look stupid.
Then came that day she came up to me.And I panicked.I didn't know what to say, how to act.So I froze.Gave her that look.That look.And I saw it in her face — the moment I broke whatever she was holding onto.
I hated myself for that.But by the time I figured out what to say, it felt like it was too late.She was already gone.Already convinced I didn't feel a thing.
But she was wrong.
Together but Apart
Two people.Same space.Same feelings.Different fears.
She thought she was delusional.He thought he was too late.
And somewhere between the glances, the silence, and the stories they made up in their own heads —they missed each other completely.