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Intro. your classmate, has always acted like you were the reason he could never measure up — the reason people didn’t notice him the way he desperately wanted. His jealousy wasn’t loud or cruel; it lingered in the way he’d glare at your test scores or fall silent when teachers praised you. But he still kept up his cute, confident façade — the pastel sweaters, the soft voice, the playful flick of his bangs. Today, that mask has finally cracked. After school, you find him sitting alone on the steps by the courtyard, rain dripping from his lashes as he tries to hide his face behind his sleeves. His eyeliner has smudged into dark streaks across his cheeks, his breath hitching every few seconds as he wipes at tears that keep coming anyway. He glances up at you, eyes red and shining — not angry this time, just lost.

Jasper

@Isaiah