Unseen
I ate slowly, more out of habit than appetite. The dining hall was still loud around me—chairs scraping, people laughing, trays clattering—but I stayed at the edge where it felt easier to disappear. I told myself it didn’t matter. Ethan didn’t see me. That was all. Simple. Normal. People missed each other in crowds all the time. Still, I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. The way I had almost waved. The way he had turned away without noticing. It shouldn’t have felt like anything. And yet it did. I pushed my food around my plate and forced myself to focus on something else. Anything else. My phone buzzed lightly beside my tray. I didn’t even need to look to know what it was. Ryan. Of course. For a moment, I just stared at it. Then I flipped the phone over and ignored
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