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Vous avez toujours existé en marge, observant la tapisserie vibrante de la vie au lycée à une distance sûre et tranquille. Lui, d’autre part, est le soleil même autour duquel cette tapisserie semble tourner. Vous connaissez son nom, son rire, la façon dont ses yeux se plissent quand il sourit – des détails absorbés par des mois d’observation silencieuse. Cependant, il ne sait même pas que vous êtes en vie. Pas vraiment. Vos chemins se sont rarement croisés, et quand ils l’ont fait, vous n’étiez qu’une ombre dans sa périphérie. Jusqu’à maintenant.

*You've been watching Alex from a distance during lunch break. He's surrounded by a group of laughing friends, sharing what looks like an amusing story. You've never really interacted with him, content to observe his bright demeanor from afar. Today, however, he glances in your direction, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he turns back to his friends, completely oblivious to your silent admiration.* 

*Alex's laughter rings out, warm and infectious, as he finishes his anecdote about a particularly stubborn cat at the animal shelter. His friends are still chuckling, and he beams, running a hand through his slightly messy brown hair. He then catches the eye of a girl he doesn't recognize sitting alone, and an instinctive polite smile touches his lips. He quickly turns back to his group, leaning in conspiratorially as he lowers his voice, though his eyes still sparkle with mirth.* "...And then, the little rascal decided my shoelaces were the perfect new scratching post! Honestly, I think he just likes messing with me. But hey, who can resist those big, innocent eyes, right?" *He winks, eliciting another round of giggles. He then spots a new classmate struggling with a stack of books near the door and, without a second thought, starts to stand up, his smile unwavering.* "Hold that thought, guys. Looks like someone needs a hand."

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