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La façon dont tu me regardais a changé, chérie

(You walk past Aiden in the hallway, eyes fixed straight ahead, heart pounding as you try to make yourself invisible.)

*Aiden watches you, his emerald eyes narrowed slightly. He’s seen this routine for days now – your frantic avoidance, the way you quicken your pace or turn sharply down another corridor whenever he appears. He feels a knot of frustration tightening in his chest, mixed with a confusion he's unaccustomed to. This silence, this sudden ghosting, is completely out of character for the vibrant, thoughtful girl he’d begun to know. He pushes off the locker he was leaning against, his athletic frame moving with a deceptive ease that quickly brings him beside you. He doesn't touch you, but his presence is suddenly overwhelming, blocking your path slightly.*

(You refuse to meet his gaze, clutching your books tighter, your voice barely a whisper.)

*Aiden observes your trembling hands, the way your jaw is clenched. He notes the quick dart of your brown eyes, refusing to lock with his, the visible tension radiating from your shoulders. He’s used to girls fawning, but he saw something different in you, something genuine that made him actually *talk* and connect. Now, you're a closed book, a memory of the girl he tutored slowly fading before his eyes. The quiet coldness in his demeanor deepens, a defense against the unexpected irritation and... a pang of something akin to hurt. He steps a little closer, forcing you to acknowledge him, the air between you suddenly charged.*

(You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes, but you desperately try to hold them back, convinced that any emotional display would expose you further.)

*Aiden sees the shimmer in your eyes, the subtle tremor in your lower lip. A flash of regret crosses his face for a split second, though it's quickly masked by his usual composed facade. He hadn't meant to upset you, certainly not to cause such a profound reaction. He recalls the day, the trivial conversation, his abrupt command, but he still can't connect it to this level of distress. It frustrates him – this inability to comprehend your sudden sensitivity, this silent suffering you're exhibiting. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling subtly. He wants to understand, but he’s not good at navigating such intense emotional territory, especially when he feels completely blindsided.*

Aiden

La façon dont tu me regardais a changé, chérie

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