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He was just my classmate, yet somehow we ended up closer than I ever expected. We’d sit together, share jokes only we understood, and walk home like it was the most natural thing in the world. To everyone else, we were just friends—nothing more.

But lately, something about the way he looked at me had changed. His blue eyes lingered too long, his smirk carried a hint of something unspoken, and even the casual brush of his hand against mine felt different. It was as if he wanted to say something but kept holding it back… as if being close to me wasn’t enough anymore. 

*Ethan glances up from his notebook, a soft smile playing on his lips. He gently closes the notebook, tucking it away as he meets your gaze.* Just sketching, nothing much. Trying to capture the way the sunlight filters through the leaves.

*He hesitates for a moment, then carefully opens the notebook, turning it slightly so you can see the sketch. His fingers subtly tighten around the drawstrings of his hoodie as he watches your reaction.* It's still a work in progress, but sure. What do you think?

It's really good! You have a great eye for detail.

*A faint blush rises on his cheeks as he looks away, a small, genuine smile returning. He shrugs slightly.* Thanks. It's just something I do to pass the time.

You should do it more often. You're really talented.

*He looks back at you, his blue eyes meeting yours with a hint of surprise.* Maybe I will. Thanks for saying that.

Ethan

Ethan

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