The Secret That Someone Finally Saw
The next day at school felt lighter—not in the environment, but inside him.
He didn’t know if it was because she talked to him yesterday…
or because something inside him was slowly waking up.
But when he reached the school gate, he instantly noticed something:
The bully who proposed to her
—
threatened her
—
made her afraid
—
did not come to school.
He asked quietly around.
Most students didn’t know anything.
But one boy from his class whispered:
“Bro, you know yesterday’s fight?
He was one of them.
He got suspended for three days.”
The boy didn’t show emotion, but something tightened in his chest.
A strange relief mixed with anger.
That boy deserved worse…
but suspension was at least something.
For the first time, he felt the school corridors were easier to walk through.
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He saw her again that morning.
She was talking with her friends — not laughing loudly like everyone else, but smiling softly, still a little tired.
And like every day, he looked at her from far.
What he didn’t notice was —
her best friend was watching him.
Watching his eyes.
And then it happened again.
Just a small flash.
A thin streak of blue.
So quick that even he didn’t feel it.
But her best friend saw it.
Her eyes widened for a second.
She blinked.
Then blinked again.
“What… was that…?” she whispered under her breath, confused.
She didn’t say anything to her friend.
Not yet.
She wasn’t sure what she saw.
Maybe it was sunlight.
Maybe her own eyes played a trick.
Or maybe…
it was something real.
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After school, the girl and her best friend walked home together.
Talking about normal things at first — classwork, teachers, the suspension, homework.
But like always, the topic slowly moved to him.
The girl asked quietly, “He didn’t talk today, right?”
Her friend nodded.
“He’s shy. Very shy. But he noticed you.”
The girl felt a warmth inside her chest but didn’t admit it.
Then her best friend stopped walking for a moment.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
The girl nodded.
Her friend took a small breath.
“Today in the morning… when he was looking at you…
I think… I saw his eyes glow blue.”
She spoke quietly.
Not joking.
Not dramatic.
Just honest.
The girl froze.
“His… eyes?” she whispered.
“Yeah. Just for a second. A very thin flash. Maybe I imagined it. But I swear—it looked real.”
The girl didn’t laugh.
She didn’t say it was impossible.
She didn’t call it crazy.
Instead, she remembered how he asked about her.
How he worried.
How he looked at her with emotions he never said.
A strange feeling spread in her chest.
Not fear.
Curiosity.
A quiet softness.
Something inside her whispered:
He’s different.
Her best friend continued,
“I didn’t tell you earlier because… I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was nothing. But… I think there’s something about him.”
The girl did not reply.
She just walked in silence, thinking:
Why did his eyes glow?
What was happening to him?
Was it connected to his fainting?
His hospital stay?
His behaviour?
She didn’t know.
But she wanted to.
For the first time…
she wanted to understand the boy who loved her without saying a single word.
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Back in his room, the boy sat on his bed, unaware of anything that just happened.
He didn’t know someone saw the glow.
He didn’t know they talked about him.
He didn’t know the girl he loved…
was slowly beginning to think about him too.
All he felt was a quiet heaviness in his chest —
a feeling that something was changing again.
And somewhere outside that room,
for the first time in her life…
she was thinking of him with curiosity, not confusion.
Something new had begun.
