It started to feel… normal.
That was the strange part.
What began as random, almost forced conversations between Amara and Kieran slowly turned into something neither of them questioned anymore.
He sat beside her.
She didn't complain.
He spoke to her.
She replied.
Simple.
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But beneath that simplicity… something was changing.
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"Why are you always early?" Kieran asked one morning, dropping into the seat beside her.
Amara didn't look up from her book.
"I like being prepared."
"For what?"
"For everything."
He watched her for a moment, like he was trying to understand something deeper than her words.
"You don't like surprises, do you?"
She paused.
Then closed her book slowly.
"No," she said. "I don't."
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Kieran leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.
"That's boring."
Amara gave him a small glance.
"Not everything has to be exciting."
"Yeah," he said quietly, "but the exciting things are the ones you remember."
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That statement stayed with her longer than it should have.
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Over the next few days, their conversations became… different.
Longer.
Less guarded.
Less about random things—and more about them.
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"What do you actually enjoy?" he asked one afternoon.
Amara thought for a moment.
"Peace," she said simply.
He frowned slightly.
"That's not really an answer."
"It is to me."
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He shook his head, smiling faintly.
"You're confusing."
"And you're predictable," she replied.
That made him laugh again.
"Me? Predictable?"
"Yes."
"How?"
She looked at him directly.
"You act like you don't care about anything."
His smile faded slightly.
"And?"
"And people who act like that usually care the most."
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Silence.
Real silence this time.
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For a moment, Kieran didn't respond.
Didn't joke.
Didn't deflect.
He just… looked at her.
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"You don't know me," he said quietly.
Amara didn't look away.
"I didn't say I did."
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That moment felt different.
Heavier.
Like something unspoken had passed between them.
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Later that evening, Amara sat outside near the campus garden, enjoying the quiet. The air was calm, the sky slowly turning darker as the sun disappeared.
She didn't expect him to find her.
But he did.
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"You always come here?" he asked, standing beside her.
"Sometimes."
He nodded, then sat down next to her without asking.
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They didn't speak immediately.
And strangely… it wasn't awkward.
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"Why do you avoid people?" he asked after a while.
Amara looked ahead.
"I don't avoid people."
"You do."
She sighed softly.
"I just don't depend on them."
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Kieran looked down at his hands.
"That's the same thing."
"No," she said gently. "It's not."
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Another pause.
Then—
"What about you?" she asked. "Why are you always surrounded by people?"
He smirked slightly.
"Because I like attention."
She raised an eyebrow.
"That's not the real answer."
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He exhaled slowly.
For once… he didn't have a quick response.
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"I don't like being alone," he admitted.
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That surprised her.
Not because of what he said…
But because he said it honestly.
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Amara studied his expression.
And for the first time…
She saw it clearly.
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The version of him people didn't talk about.
The quiet one.
The real one.
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"You don't look like someone who's afraid of being alone," she said softly.
He let out a small, almost empty laugh.
"That's the point."
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Something in her chest tightened.
And she didn't like it.
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Because now…
It wasn't just curiosity anymore.
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It was understanding.
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And understanding someone like him?
That was dangerous.
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"Amara," he said suddenly.
It was the first time he had said her name like that.
Soft.
Careful.
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She looked at him.
"Yes?"
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For a second, it felt like he was going to say something important.
Something real.
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But instead, he shook his head.
"Nothing."
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And just like that…
The moment passed.
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But the feeling didn't.
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That night, Amara lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
Her mind replaying everything.
His words.
His expressions.
That small moment of honesty.
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And for the first time since she came to this university…
She felt something she didn't plan for.
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Not love.
Not yet.
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But something close enough to make her uneasy.
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Meanwhile, Kieran sat in his room again, quieter than usual.
His phone buzzed with messages.
Calls.
Notifications.
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He ignored all of them.
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Because for the first time…
Someone had seen through him.
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And instead of running away…
She stayed.