Her (continuation)
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It didn’t happen all at once.
It started with something simple.
The route home.
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We didn’t talk at first.
We just… walked the same way.
Same direction. Same timing. Same distance.
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At some point, I started noticing her more.
Not just that she was there—
but how she was.
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She wasn’t always alone.
Most times, she walked with someone.
Talking. Laughing. Moving like everything around her made sense.
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I found myself paying attention.
More than I should have.
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Not in an obvious way.
Just small glances.
Small observations.
Trying to understand her without actually knowing her.
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And then I realized something.
One of the girls she usually walked with—
was in my class.
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Natasha.
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We had spoken before.
Nothing serious.
Just normal conversations.
The kind that don’t mean much.
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But this time…
I paid more attention.
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I didn’t rush it.
Didn’t make it obvious.
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Just small talks at first.
Casual conversations.
Extending them a little longer than usual.
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Getting familiar.
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It wasn’t forced.
At least, not on the surface.
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And slowly…
it worked.
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Talking to Natasha became normal.
Walking together sometimes didn’t feel out of place.
And before long—
being around her didn’t feel distant anymore.
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I didn’t plan every detail.
But I knew what I was doing.
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Or at least…
I thought I did.
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Because somewhere between those small conversations and quiet walks—
something started to change.
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It stopped being about observation.
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And started becoming something else.
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Something I wasn’t fully in control of.
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