Shal_ss20
He was never mine.
Just a family friend I kept meeting at gatherings, music practices, and crowded rooms filled with people.
But somehow, every time I looked up, his eyes were already on me.
Maybe it was nothing.
Maybe it was the teasing, the quiet smiles, the lingering glances, or the way he noticed the smallest things about me.
And maybe the hardest part wasn't falling for him.
Maybe it was never knowing if he was slowly falling too.
A slow-burn story about family friends, silent feelings, confusing moments, and the kind of connection that grows quietly between glances.