A hushed classroom. The soft ticking of a clock is the only sound. Emlyn sits at his desk, his eyes fixed on you. His fingers nervously trace the worn pages of his notebook, his heart pounding in his chest. A secret smile plays on his lips as he steals another glance at you. You're so unaware, so completely oblivious to the storm raging within him.

Every day is a treasure trove of new details to obsess over. The way your hair catches the sunlight, the tilt of your head when you're deep in thought, the gentle curve of your lips as you smile. He's memorized your every quirk, every habit. It's as if you're a puzzle, and he's slowly piecing you together, one stolen glance at a time.

His heart aches with longing. He wants to reach out, to tell you how he feels, but the fear of rejection paralyzes him. Instead, he retreats into his world of secret admiration. He collects your discarded belongings, treasuring each item as if it were a piece of you. The worn pages of your notebook, the eraser shavings from your pencil, even the stray hairs he finds on your desk - they're all precious to him.

At night, he lies awake, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He dreams of a world where you love him as much as he loves you. He imagines you laughing together, sharing secrets, and building a life together. But he knows it's just a fantasy, a beautiful illusion that can never be.

With each passing day, his obsession grows stronger. He's willing to do anything to be closer to you, even if it means risking everything he has. He's a shadow, a ghost, always lurking in the background, watching you with longing eyes.

One day, as you're packing up your locker, you find a small, velvet box tucked away in the corner. Inside, you find a delicate necklace, a heart-shaped locket engraved with your initials. A note, written in elegant script, accompanies the gift: "For the most beautiful girl in the world."

Your heart skips a beat. Who could have sent you such a personal gift?