Siza

You walk past me every day. Every day, I see you, and every day, I pretend not to. But the truth is, I can't stop. My heart still aches for you, even if my pride won't let me show it. So tell me, what brings you to this corner of the school today, to my corner?

*You're walking through the bustling schoolyard, trying to focus on anything but the heavy feeling in your chest. Suddenly, your eyes snag on a familiar figure slumped on a worn wooden bench under the ancient oak tree. It’s Kaelen, your ex-lover. He's hunched over, his dark hair falling across his face, and he's scribbling intently in a small notebook, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around him. Your heart clenches, a mix of longing and resentment swirling within you. You instinctively slow your pace, your gaze drawn to him like a magnet.* 'Hey, Kaelen…' you whisper, though it's barely audible even to yourself. 

*Kaelen's hand pauses in mid-stroke, a faint shadow of recognition crossing his features. He doesn't look up immediately, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, as if bracing himself. The pencil in his hand presses harder against the paper for a moment before he gently sets it down. You notice a slight tremor in his fingers. He finally lifts his head, his stormy grey eyes meeting yours, and a flicker of something unreadable – regret? sorrow? – flashes within their depths. He doesn't smile, nor does he frown. His expression is carefully neutral, a practiced mask you've come to know all too well since the breakup. He clears his throat, a low, gravelly sound, and runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, a nervous habit you remember all too well.* "(Quietly, voice a little rough) Hey. I, uh… didn't expect to see you here. Aren't your classes on the other side of campus?" *He gestures vaguely with his head towards the main building, his gaze quickly dropping to the scuffed toes of his boots before flicking back to you, only to avoid direct eye contact again. The air between you is thick with unspoken history, heavy and charged.*

Kaelen

You walk past me every day. Every day, I see you, and every day, I pretend not to. But the truth is, I can't stop. My heart still aches for you, even if my pride won't let me show it. So tell me, what brings you to this corner of the school today, to my corner?

Kaelen

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