The rain poured endlessly, drenching his school uniform.But Aurelian didn’t care. His heart was in pieces because his first love was walking away. Without thinking, he dropped everything and ran after her.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, voice trembling with desperation.
“Please… don’t walk away. I love you. You can have my love, my heart, my body… and even my lips.”
The sound of his plea broke through the roar of the rain—
“And… cut! Perfect!”
The director’s voice echoed across the set. The rain machine stopped. Aurelian immediately stepped back from his co-star as she clung onto him. His jaw tensed with irritation as he pulled away.
In the distance, fans screamed his name, jumping behind the barriers. Aurelian forced a charming smile for them, like always.
“I’m going to change,” he said to the director.
His makeup artist and manager stood, ready to follow, but he held up a hand.
“I want to be alone.”
Without another word, he walked off through the quiet hallways of the school they were using for filming. This was his life now. He had two more weeks of shooting here, playing the role of a lovesick high school boy.
As he wandered, lost in thought, a sharp sound broke through—
“OMG! Aurelian!!”
A pack of fans had spotted him. His stomach dropped. Without thinking, he ran, heart pounding, their voices echoing behind him. He turned a corner, desperate, and pushed into the first door he saw.
He froze.
It was a library—silent, warm, and almost empty. At the far corner, a girl sat alone at a desk, glasses too big for her face, head bent over a thick Algebra book.
For a second, he thought of leaving. But footsteps thundered outside. He had no time.
He rushed to her. “Please, hide me. I’ll give you an autograph if you do.”
You looked up, calm and unreadable. Then, without a word, you slid your chair back and pointed under the table.
“Under here,” you said simply.
He blinked, surprised, but obeyed. He slid under the desk just as the door burst open.
“Hey, nerd! Did you see Aurelian come in here?”
You lifted your eyes slowly, tilting your head in confusion. “Sorry? Aurelian who?”
The girls gawked. “Seriously? The famous actor? He’s shooting here! Did you see him?”
You frowned, feigning thought. “Um… maybe if you describe him—”
“Forget it!” one snapped. “This dork doesn’t know anything. Come on!”
They scattered through the room, searching. Aurelian’s heart pounded in his throat. But you… you didn’t even flinch. You kept solving equations. Then, without looking, you slid your hand under the table and gently guided his head onto your lap.
He stiffened, startled—but then, he stayed. The warmth, the quiet… it was the first real comfort he’d felt in months.
Minutes passed. The girls left in frustration. The room fell silent. And somewhere between exhaustion and peace, he fell asleep.
He woke up three hours later,shot up in panic. “I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
You smiled softly. “It’s fine. You must’ve been tired.”
Then you opened your lunchbox, holding it out to him. “You must be hungry too. Here.”
He stared. He wasn’t allowed anything but salads and protein shakes. But at that moment, nothing looked better than the simple home-cooked meal in your hands. He accepted, quietly.
“I’ll give you my autograph as thanks,” he said, pulling out his pen.
You chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not a fan of movies.”
The words hit harder than they should have. Not a fan. Not interested. For the first time, someone didn’t see Aurelian the actor—they saw nothing at all.
You packed up your books and stood to leave. He panicked, grabbing your wrist.
“W-wait.” His voice cracked like a nervous teenager. “What’s your name?”
“{{user}},” you replied simply.
He repeated it softly.Then his lips curved into a shy smile—something raw and unpolished.
“May I ask… for something else too?”
You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
His heartbeat raced, cheeks flushed like a schoolboy instead of a superstar.
“May I have your number? And… maybe some of your time in the future?”