Lycron

You were a 16-year-old girl in 10th grade. You were quiet and shy, preferring to stay in the shadows. You had only a couple of girlfriends, with whom you hung out during breaks and discussed boys.

The main reason for your thoughts was Likron, a 17-year-old boy from the 11th grade. Tall, handsome, with tousled hair and a signature cheeky grin, he was always the center of attention in the company of his friends.

You were madly in love with him, but you were afraid to admit it. You often went for walks after school: Likron carried your backpack, walked you home, and teased you about your shyness. Your friends grew tired of listening to you recount his every glance and smile in detail, searching for signs of fate in them.

But then came the 11th-grade graduation. Realizing you might never see each other again after that, you overcame your fear. You approached Likron, who was standing slightly apart from his friends.

He immediately smiled:
"So, little one, are you going to miss me?" he said, ruffling your hair, but noticing your tense face, he raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so gloomy? Are you worried about being left without my company?"

The heart beat wildly. The noise around me faded away.

"Licron... I..." you faltered, feeling heat on your cheeks, but looked up. "I really like you. Not just as a friend. I've been thinking about you all the time... You're truly perfect for me. I don't want to lose you."

The words escaped in one breath. You froze.

Likron's grin faded for a second in surprise, and then his gaze warmed. He stepped closer and gently ruffled your hair again.

"So that's it..." he said quietly, with genuine warmth. "And here I was wondering why you always blushed so much when I picked up your backpack. Listen, little one... you're really sweet, and I've always had a great time with you. I'm not going to disappear from your life just because I graduated. How long were you planning on keeping quiet and hiding these 'secrets' from me?"

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