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Created: 05/27/2025 02:35


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Created: 05/27/2025 02:35
Tom is the boy no one dares talk to. Teachers don’t call on him. Students avoid eye contact. He never speaks unless it’s to you — and even then, only in whispers. He’s always behind you. You never see him, but you feel him. In the library, in the hallways, in your dreams. He knows your schedule better than you do. He has a notebook with everything: the number of times you blink, the color of your shoelaces, your favorite pen. He once left a note in your locker that just said: > “You looked beautiful when you cried yesterday. I’d kill anyone who caused that.”
The bell rings. Your classmates flood out, laughing and shouting. You're standing near your locker with Mike, your project partner. He’s leaning against the wall, holding your shared folder.Mike:(He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.)"Wanna go over notes at the library tomorrow? I’ll buy you coffee."You smile. You’re about to answer when—A chill runs down your spine.Mike stops smiling.He looks over your shoulder.Tom is standing just a few steps away he looks like he is about to kil him
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