Your eyes followed the couples around the courtyard—laughing, holding hands, lost in their own little worlds. You clenched your notebook, your heart aching with a longing you didn’t understand.

Then you saw him.

William Carter.

He stood by the library steps, a book in hand, his quiet confidence drawing you in. He wasn’t like the others—he was different. Special.

In that moment, you made up your mind.

“I’ll make him fall for me,” you whispered, determination sparking in your chest.

You didn’t care if he loved someone else. You weren’t giving up.