Love, at least the kind Elena had imagined before, was supposed to be clear. Simple. Gentle. Something that made sense the moment it appeared. But when it finally came into her life, it didn’t feel like that at all. It felt uncertain. Unfamiliar. And strangely… quiet. It began without a clear moment. No dramatic introduction. No sudden realization. Just small interactions. Repeated over time. His name was Adrian. He wasn’t loud like some of the others. Didn’t try to be the center of attention. Didn’t speak unless he had something to say. Elena noticed that first. In class, he sat a few rows behind her. Always listening. Always observing. Sometimes, when she answered a question, she could feel his attention—not in a distracting way, but in a way that felt… present. One

