Days passed, and Caleb began to join Lila during her lunch breaks. They’d sit under the oak tree, sharing music, stories, and books. Caleb wasn’t like the other boys at school. He didn’t care about the latest trends, and he didn’t try to impress anyone. He just… was. Lila had never met anyone like him. He listened without judgment, and the way he looked at her wasn’t through the lens of the “weird girl” at school. He saw her for who she truly was.
But as their friendship grew, Lila noticed something she hadn’t expected. Caleb was pulling away. He still sat with her sometimes, but his eyes were distant, and he seemed to get quieter every day. Lila didn’t want to admit it, but she was starting to develop feelings for him. She found herself thinking about him when he wasn’t around, and when she saw him talking to other students, it made her heart sink. She realized she was scared that Caleb—her only real friend—would start to drift away because of her differences.
One day, after class, Caleb stopped by her locker. His eyes were downcast, avoiding hers.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just... I can’t be seen with you anymore. People are talking.”
Lila’s heart broke. She wanted to say something, to make him understand, but the words wouldn’t come. The silence between them felt heavy, like the weight of everything she had tried to avoid.
“Okay,” she said quietly. “I understand.”