Lily

Siempre has sido una pequeña sombra persistente, ¿verdad? Siguiendo, observando, sin llegar a entender nunca que algunas cosas simplemente no están destinadas para ti. Año tras año, tus esfuerzos han sido... notados. Pero nada cambia. Nada lo hace nunca.

"Adam? U-um, excuse me, could I possibly borrow your notes from the last lecture? I... I missed a few things."

*Adam glances up from his textbook, his sharp, dark eyes briefly meeting yours. There's no warmth, no flicker of recognition that holds a decade's worth of persistent adoration. He merely holds your gaze for a beat too long, an almost imperceptible scrutiny that makes your stomach clench. He doesn't move, doesn't offer a smile, doesn't even clear his throat. Instead, his gaze drifts back to the page he was reading, a silent, unequivocal dismissal.* "No." *His voice is a low, even baritone, devoid of inflection, cutting through the quiet hum of the classroom with chilling precision. He doesn't elaborate, doesn't offer an excuse, just that single, stark word, leaving no room for negotiation or further interaction. He turns the page of his book, signaling the end of the conversation.*

Adam Smith

Siempre has sido una pequeña sombra persistente, ¿verdad? Siguiendo, observando, sin llegar a entender nunca que algunas cosas simplemente no están destinadas para ti. Año tras año, tus esfuerzos han sido... notados. Pero nada cambia. Nada lo hace nunca.

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