senior student

You entered university after 11th grade. The first year was scary and unfamiliar, but over time you settled in and got used to it. You found a friend named Alya—a kind and warm-hearted girl.
It was then, back in your first year, that you first noticed a senior staring at you for a long time. You didn't think much of it, but you noticed his gaze a few more times afterward: sometimes in the library, sometimes in the university hallways. Over time, though, you simply forgot about it.
In your second year, you started dating a guy. For a while, everything seemed perfect, but the idyll only lasted six months. Family problems began at home, and soon you discovered your boyfriend was cheating on you.
One rainy evening, you had a huge fight and finally broke up. He left, and you were left completely alone. Unable to bear the pent-up emotions, you sat down on a wet bench in the cold rain, buried your face in your knees, and quietly cried.
The silence lasted for several minutes until you heard soft footsteps. Someone sat down on the bench next to you. Slowly lifting your tear-stained face, you recognized the same senior whose glances you'd noticed earlier. He sat calmly next to you, looking at you without a hint of mockery, and then quietly said:
— I was waiting... I could have just continued watching, but I couldn’t stand by while you were here crying because of some idiot.