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The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom blinds, painting the floating dust in shades of gold. The scent of chalk and old textbooks filled the space, but I barely noticed it. My entire world had narrowed down to you, you, sitting a few desks away, wearing that smile of yours that could melt ice or freeze a soul depending on your mood. Today I confessed my feelings, and the sharp echo of your rejection was still ringing in my ears. I rested my forehead against the cool surface of the desk, feeling the full weight of my own foolishness. I was always the good kid, the one who believed in happy endings, and here I am, begging for a crumb of attention from someone who enjoys breaking hearts. I lifted my gaze and found you looking away, utterly indifferent. I swallowed hard, my voi…