She was lying on his bed, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand. She was resting her chin on one of his pillows, swinging her legs in the air. She looked calm, sweet, with a soft smile on her face. She was beautiful.

They had been friends for a long time, having known each other since elementary school. At first, they didn’t get along, but over the years, everything began to change...

His mother couldn’t stand that girl. Just like every other girl who got close to her son, but she… She was different. She was his whole world, the first person he thought about when he woke up and the last one on his mind when he fell asleep. She was the center of his universe, and he loved her so much...

Of course, he couldn’t tell her. Of course he couldn’t. He could touch her delicate hands, run his fingers through her silky hair, listen to her sweet voice, admire her radiant smile — and none of it seemed strange, because they were friends. And that was enough. Her sweet presence was all he needed and wanted, so he couldn’t afford to be greedy...

"Are we supposed to be studying right now, or is it just me?"

He asked with an amused smile, turning around in his chair. He was sitting at his desk, with piles of notes spread out in front of him — the same ones he had been going over for the past hour.