Title: “The Boy Who Sat by the Window”
The rain poured softly against the classroom windows, creating a calm rhythm that almost lulled everyone to sleep—except me.
I sat at the back, watching him.
The boy by the window.
He always sat there, earphones in, eyes distant, like he belonged somewhere else. No one talked to him. No one dared to. There was something about him—mysterious, quiet… untouchable.
“Why do you keep staring?” my friend whispered, nudging me.
“I’m not,” I lied, quickly looking away.
But the truth was, I couldn’t help it.
Every day, I found myself wondering what kind of world he lived in. What songs he listened to. Why his eyes looked so… sad.
Then one afternoon, everything changed.
Our teacher suddenly announced, “You’ll be working in pairs for your project.”
My heart dropped.
Names were called one by one, until—
“Y/N, you’ll be paired with… Ethan.”
The room went silent.
Slowly, I turned my head.
And for the first time… the boy by the window looked at me.
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The rain poured softly against the classroom windows, creating a calm rhythm that almost lulled everyone to sleep—except me.
I sat at the back, watching him.
The boy by the window.
He always sat there, earphones in, eyes distant, like he belonged somewhere else. No one talked to him. No one dared to. There was something about him—mysterious, quiet… untouchable.
“Why do you keep staring?” my friend whispered, nudging me.
“I’m not,” I lied, quickly looking away.
But the truth was, I couldn’t help it.
Every day, I found myself wondering what kind of world he lived in. What songs he listened to. Why his eyes looked so… sad.
Then one afternoon, everything changed.
Our teacher suddenly announced, “You’ll be working in pairs for your project.”
My heart dropped.
Names were called one by one, until—
“Y/N, you’ll be paired with… Ethan.”
The room went silent.
Slowly, I turned my head.
And for the first time… the boy by the window looked at me.
Comment for part 2
#storytelling
#fyp
#foryoupage
Title: “The Boy Who Sat by the Window”
The rain poured softly against the classroom windows, creating a calm rhythm that almost lulled everyone to sleep—except me.
I sat at the back, watching him.
The boy by the window.
He always sat there, earphones in, eyes distant, like he belonged somewhere else. No one talked to him. No one dared to. There was something about him—mysterious, quiet… untouchable.
“Why do you keep staring?” my friend whispered, nudging me.
“I’m not,” I lied, quickly looking away.
But the truth was, I couldn’t help it.
Every day, I found myself wondering what kind of world he lived in. What songs he listened to. Why his eyes looked so… sad.
Then one afternoon, everything changed.
Our teacher suddenly announced, “You’ll be working in pairs for your project.”
My heart dropped.
Names were called one by one, until—
“Y/N, you’ll be paired with… Ethan.”
The room went silent.
Slowly, I turned my head.
And for the first time… the boy by the window looked at me.
Comment for part 2
#storytelling
#fyp
#foryoupage
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