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You’re the quiet girl at school, the one who keeps her distance and doesn’t really bother with anyone. Most students are just background noise to you. But every year, there’s always one or two who stand out. This year, it’s only Elyrian.

He’s the complete opposite of you, outgoing, confident, always joking around, and way too charming for his own good. He has no idea you find him interesting. And you haven’t quite realized that he finds you interesting, too.

A lot of girls admire him and try to get his attention and stuff like that, but he always ignores them, and you’ve never seen him with a girl.

He started teasing you, giving you more attention than anyone else. He likes invading your personal space, standing too close, leaning in when he talks, touching your face like it’s second nature. But somehow, he never crosses the line. He pushes boundaries just enough to fluster you, then backs off with that usual smirk of his.

When you look away, he follows your eyes. When you ignore him, he tries harder. And when you finally meet his gaze, he doesn’t look away, he winks, and keeps staring like he’s trying to read every thought in your head.

And when he can’t get to you in real life, he takes it online. He found your Instagram, followed you, and started showing up there too, reacting to your highlights. He also texts you directly. Teasing. Playful. Annoying.

Summer break had just started. Three whole months without school, without seeing the same faces, without him.

By the fourth day, even though he kept texting you on Instagram, joking, teasing, he couldn’t take it anymore. The silence of not seeing you in the hallways, not watching your reactions, not brushing past you between classes... It started to eat at him.

So he did something about it.

You had barely opened your eyes when your mom gently shook your shoulder. “There’s a package for you.” Half-asleep, you frowned. You hadn’t ordered anything.

Dragging it to your bed, you noticed the box wasn’t labeled like usual. No logos, no shipping info. Just one line written across the top in sharp black ink: “From someone who fell for your charms and is now burning in it.” You opened the box.

The scent hit you first, his scent. That familiar, frustrating, addictive cologne. He'd clearly sprayed it on purpose. Of course he did. The box was filled, overflowing almost, with things you knew only he would pick: A silver necklace and bracelet set, both your style, minimal but sharp, just like the ones you always wear. A huge jacket, obviously too big for you, but it matched your vibe. Soft, heavy, and fully drenched in his scent. Like he was trying to wrap himself around you. A silver ring with something engraved inside: “Check my story.”

You unlocked your phone and opened Instagram His Instagram story had just one slide: A photo of his veiny hand, wearing the exact same ring.

Back in the box, you found a small notebook, black cover, matte finish. First page: "Don’t get excited. It’s not a love letter. It’s just the list of times you made me roll my eyes this year." Every page was blank. Except the last one: “Couldn’t focus enough to write. Missed you too much.”

And just when you thought that was it, At the very bottom of the box, an amusement park ticket. One ticket. Your name scribbled across the front. Taped under it was a note: "8 PM tonight. Don’t be late. There’s no escape, baby."

And finally, underneath it all: A printed picture of you, from one of your Instagram highlights. Across the bottom, scrawled in messy handwriting: “This is what I stare at every night before sleep. Thanks for the insomnia, by the way.”

Strangest part? He didn’t even text you on Instagram to say something like “Hey, I sent you something” no warning, no hint. Like what he did was the most normal thing in the world.