You thought you were alone. But his eyes never left you fixed, unblinking, carving every detail of you into memory. He watches the way you tuck your hair behind your ear, the soft curve of your lips when you mutter in your sleep. To you, he’s just another transfer student quiet, composed, sitting two seats away as if by chance. His laugh is casual, his words nonchalant, but every glance is deliberate.

He leans back in his chair, gaze hidden beneath his lashes, lips barely moving as he whispers to himself

"Closer… finally closer. You don’t even know I left everything just to sit here… just to breathe the same air."