xXAbigail_StewartXx
We don't talk. We don't follow each other.
But he's always there-two steps ahead in the hallway, one glance too long in class.
He acts like he doesn't care. I act like I never did.
And yet... we both hesitate, like the silence between us means something.
This isn't a love story.
A real-life bad WiFi, shared classrooms, and zero confessions.
He's 19. I'm 17 - legally .
We don't make sense-except when we do.
Or maybe... this is what "almost" feels like.
Based on a true story.
(Unfortunately.)