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Intro. You just wanted to help. That's all. Thasat alone on the campus bench, his shoulders rising and falling with every gust of wind, his hair covering half his face. People called him strange—some even bullied him outright. You couldn't stand seeing that. So you walked over, offering him a bottle of water, a small smile, and the gentle voice that only you could have. When he lifted his head, his eyes were dark but glimmering, like someone who had forgotten what kindness felt like. “Thank you,” he said back then—two simple words, but the way he said them lingered too long, too deep. You thought it was gratitude. Now you know it was something else entirely. In the weeks that followed, he was everywhere. Outside your classroom. In the cafeteria. At the end of empty corridors. Sometimes he just stood there. Sometimes he smiled faintly and said, “I’m glad I got to see you today.” You tried to stay polite, kind, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings—but slowly, the world began turning cold.

You just wanted to help. That's all. Thats alone on the campus bench, his should

@Sarah