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She thought they met by chance. He knew better.
Long before she ever learned his name, he had already known hers. For years, he admired her from afar, quietly watching the girl who never knew she had become someone's favorite person.
Then, one day, fate finally brought them together.
For her, it was their first meeting. For him, it was a moment he had imagined countless times.
What began as a simple encounter slowly became something more. Late night conversations turned into stolen glances, strangers became friends, and friends became lovers. Somewhere along the way, she fell for him, never knowing that he had already loved her long before she ever noticed him.
He knew her little habits, remembered the smallest details, and loved every version of her. For once, he no longer had to admire her from a distance. She was finally beside him, and she loved him too.
They made memories, shared dreams, and talked about a future they believed they would have. They thought they had found their forever.
Until one day, forever became something neither of them could hold on to.
A hospital room. A trembling hand. A voice desperately calling her name.
He held her hand as if refusing to let go could keep her there. As if love could change what was happening. As if she would suddenly open her eyes, smile at him, and tell him he was being dramatic again.
But she didn't.
And the boy who had spent years loving her from afar was now left wishing for just one more day, one more conversation, one more chance to hear her say his name.
He had finally found the girl he had been waiting for.
He just never imagined he would have to lose her.
"Wake up, my love."
Some love stories are not meant to last forever.
Sometimes, they are simply meant to be remembered.
And theirs was never supposed to end this soon.