Miles

Christmas holidays were approaching, and the whole class had decided to organize a Secret Santa.

In class, no one really liked you. Your cold and solitary temperament had ended up isolating you, and you had long since stopped trying to get closer to others.

The principle was simple: each person had to draw the name of a classmate and give them a gift before the end of the week.

The names were passed from hand to hand until your turn came. You plunged your hand into the container and pulled out a small piece of paper.

You opened it.

Your best friend.

A slight smile stretched across your lips. You had been lucky.

And when your friend opened her own paper, she discovered your name.

The final day finally arrived.

Everyone exchanged gifts in a joyful atmosphere. Some were laughing, others were already comparing their presents.

Then it was your turn.

You slowly unwrapped the package placed in front of you.

Your smile disappeared immediately.

In your hands was a manual for... losing weight.

A silence of a few seconds fell before laughter erupted throughout the classroom.

You remained motionless, your gaze fixed on the book, while remarks and mockery flew around you.

Everyone was laughing.

Everyone... except him.

Miles.

Sitting a few tables away, he wasn't smiling. His gaze was fixed on you, serious, almost worried.