CHAPTER 4: THE LINE BETWEEN FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE
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CHAPTER 4: THE LINE BETWEEN FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE
The following Monday, Amelia arrived on campus earlier than usual.
The morning breeze carried the scent of fresh grass across the university grounds as students hurried from one lecture hall to another. Groups of friends laughed together, vendors arranged snacks on wooden tables, and the familiar buzz of campus life filled the air.
Yet Amelia noticed none of it.
Her eyes instinctively searched for one person.
Williams.
She smiled the moment she spotted the large mango tree where they always met.
But the bench beneath it was empty.
She slowed her pace.
"That's strange," she whispered to herself.
Williams was never late.
He always arrived before everyone else, usually with a notebook resting on his lap and a pen dancing across its pages. Sometimes he wrote stories. Sometimes poems. Occasionally he simply sat there, observing people as though every passing student carried a story worth telling.
Today...
Nothing.
Amelia checked the time on her phone.
Maybe he had gone to buy breakfast.
Trying not to worry, she headed toward her first lecture.
Throughout the class, she found herself glancing toward the door more times than she could count.
Every time it opened, her heart skipped.
Every time it wasn't Williams, disappointment quietly settled inside her.
By lunchtime, she walked to the cafeteria.
No sign of him.
She checked the library.
Still nothing.
"Looking for someone?"
Amelia turned to see her friend Clara standing behind her with a teasing smile.
"No."
Clara folded her arms.
"Really?"
"I just thought someone borrowed the book he usually reads."
"The book... or the owner?"
Amelia rolled her eyes.
"You're impossible."
Clara laughed.
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"You definitely are."
Amelia quickly changed the subject before Clara could tease her any further, but the truth was impossible to ignore.
She missed him.
The realization startled her.
How had someone she'd known for only a few weeks become such an important part of her daily routine?
That evening, Amelia found herself checking her phone repeatedly, hoping for a message that never came.
She didn't even have Williams' number.
The thought made her sigh.
"We've been talking almost every day," she murmured. "How did we never exchange numbers?"
The next day wasn't any better.
Williams still didn't come to campus.
By Wednesday morning, Amelia could no longer concentrate in class.
During the break, she walked back to their usual meeting place beneath the tree.
She sat on the bench alone.
The empty space beside her somehow felt heavier than it should have.
"What is wrong with me?" she whispered.
"You miss him."
She looked up sharply.
It was Clara again.
"I do not."
"You've visited this tree three times today."
"I was just passing by."
Clara laughed.
"Keep telling yourself that."
Before Amelia could respond, her friend's phone rang, giving her an excuse to leave.
Amelia remained seated.
The silence around her was almost painful.
Then...
"Sorry I'm late."
Her heart leaped.
She turned around so quickly that her bag nearly fell from the bench.
Williams stood a few steps away.
He looked exhausted.
His usually neat hair was slightly messy.
Dark circles surrounded his eyes.
Even his smile looked weaker than usual.
Amelia stood immediately.
"Williams!"
For a brief moment, she forgot herself.
She rushed toward him before stopping awkwardly just a step away.
"I... I mean..."
She cleared her throat.
"Where have you been?"
Williams rubbed the back of his neck.
"I've been busy."
"Busy?"
He nodded.
"Work."
"For three days?"
"I picked up extra shifts."
Amelia's smile faded.
She remembered their conversation about the rent.
"You've been working all this time?"
He looked away.
"I didn't really have a choice."
She studied him carefully.
"You haven't been sleeping."
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
He chuckled softly.
"You sound worried."
"I am worried."
The words escaped before she could stop them.
Williams looked at her with quiet surprise.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The noise of students passing by seemed to disappear.
Only their eyes remained locked.
Finally, Williams smiled.
"I'll be okay."
"You don't know that."
"I have to believe it."
Amelia sighed.
"Have you eaten today?"
Williams hesitated.
That hesitation told her everything.
She folded her arms.
"When was the last time you had a proper meal?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Williams."
"I'm serious."
She narrowed her eyes.
"You are a terrible liar."
He laughed quietly.
"I've heard that before."
"I'm buying you lunch."
"No."
"Yes."
"I can't let you."
"You can."
"I'll pay you back."
She smiled.
"You can buy me lunch after you become a famous writer."
He blinked.
"You remember that?"
"I remember everything you tell me."
Those words lingered between them.
Williams felt warmth spread through his chest.
Nobody had ever listened to him the way Amelia did.
Nobody had ever remembered the little things.
Without another argument, he followed her toward the cafeteria.
Neither of them noticed Clara watching from across the courtyard.
Her smile slowly disappeared.
There was something different about the way Amelia looked at Williams.
Something deeper than friendship.
And Clara wasn't sure she liked it.
- Writer
