... loved him and she knew that he loved her too. She had convinced herself that if she were to ever be able to say her first words to him after the long staring and peeking game of three years now, he would love her till the end of the world, or her world, or their world. It doesn't matter anymore, now that she can stay with him all day long, without him realising how close she has come to him. From following him in class a month ago, to now holding his hands in public and sometimes, going to his place to catch a mid-night movie with his friends, she can do it all, all this without him knowing, but if only he could feel her touch too, if only he could feel her head on his shoulder when she sat with him in class and when she would hold him tight on his bike. The things she could now do made the sudden fear of falling into an abyss and succumbing to numbness worth it; her incomplete business of making her presence felt by him helped her stay with him. Then one day it was so nice and sunny, they decided to hit the pool, he decided, she followed. He swam as she admired every inch of him, and then she had to, she had to see how the cramp held him underwater, and not knowing what to do, she had to, had to make her presence felt. She tried her best to stay underwater, but he saw her, saw her approaching him to throw him out of the water, he saw the water move weird, as if flowing around an invisible fish, he saw the water dripple down an invisible hand, he saw, as he felt her touch, water but gentler, cold but warm. She knew the inevitable was close and she dared to feel him one last time as he shivered, sitting on the edge of the pool. Was it that girl the boys had thrown into the pool last month just for fun? He had never noticed her before, before he was told the next day at school about this girl wh...
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