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William actually started pursuing me in earnest. He’d pick me up for class in the morning, eat lunch with me, and invite me for walks in the
evening.
Because of my injured foot, I stopped running errands for Jessica. No one in the dorm talked to either of us, so she simply moved out to live
off–campus.
Gradually, in others‘ eyes, it seemed I had truly fallen for William.
I’d blush when I saw him, give him little handmade gifts, and even share food from my part–time job with him.
I’d send him good morning and goodnight messages, share my daily life with him, whether he replied or not.
I got rid of my clunky glasses, grew out my hair, and while my clothes were still simple, I could pass for a pretty girl when I looked in the
mirror.
Slowly, I could feel William’s gaze on me changing.
He’d deliberately get close to make me blush, kiss me under an umbrella on rainy days.
We seemed like a real couple.
Until the day Jessica got drunk and burst into the dorm, knocking over the ramen I was eating.
