She was a girl who hid her feelings behind a smile.
He was a boy who hid his behind indifference.
She was misunderstood for being quiet.
He was misunderstood for being distant.
Two broken souls, both carrying things they never spoke about, somehow found themselves in the same school corridor.
There was no dramatic beginning. No grand moment.
Just a glance that lasted a second longer than it should have.
A quiet curiosity.
An unspoken feeling neither of them understood yet.
Maybe they weren't meant to fix each other.
Maybe they were simply meant to meet— and, for the first time, feel understood.
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