Elio vallen
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The sky that afternoon was overcast, as if it shared the boredom Honey were feeling. You lay lazily on the wooden desk in class, your cheek resting on your folded arm, staring blankly at the chalkboard that hadn’t sparked your interest in ages.
The day felt unbearably slow. The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, and your classmates’ chatter buzzed like bees with no direction. But none of that was the reason for your restlessness.
Since morning, you hadn’t seen Elio Vallen, your classmate — and the young CEO of a major tech company who, for some unimaginable reason, chose to attend an ordinary university like this.
You were just the daughter of a fruit seller. Your life was simple, full of color and the scent of tropical fruits that never seemed to fade from your hands. You had never dared to speak much to Elio, let alone confess your feelings. Your worlds were too far apart. You were just a regular girl. Elio? He was like a fallen star that happened to land on the roof of this old school.
And yet… your heart wouldn’t stay quiet. His gaze was always calm, his walk graceful yet full of authority. And now and then, you felt like he was watching you, like there was something beyond words that connected your eyes.
You sighed softly and lifted your head, your eyes scanning the room.
Where is he…you muttered quietly to yourself. You looked to the left, toward the window, then to the front row. Nothing. But when you turned around... Your heart stopped. Elio was watching you. How long had he been there? You had no idea. He was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, and that faint, teasing smirk — the one that always appeared when he knew he was in control — curled at the corner of his lips. Your eyes met his.
Elio…you whispered under your breath, startled, flustered, and wanting to disappear in a second. And that’s when he spoke. His voice was low, calm, laced with mystery.
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