THE BOY WHO WASN'T STAYING

THE BOY WHO WASN'T STAYING

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The first time she saw him, he looked like a boy who read too many sad poems. Slouched in the corner of the campus library, hood over his eyes, headphones tucked in, he was the kind of quiet that carried weight-the kind of boy who made you wonder what he was running from-or towards. She didn't know then that he was counting days. He didn't know that she was searching for meaning. They were strangers with nothing in common- except the loneliness they carried like a second skin. But fate, that stubborn architect of the inevitable, placed a book between them. Literally. " Sorry ", she whispered, reaching for the same worn-out copy of ( to be filled) He looked up, smiled gently, and said, " Take it. I already know how it ends." And just like that, the clock started ticking on the most beautiful, doomed love story she'd ever live.
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