The hidden love

ara Winters as she sat in the back row of Room 214. Her eyes weren't on the chalkboard, where Mr. Calloway

rson who lived in his own world. He always had a book in his hand, always scribbled in

d about, but a steady, aching one. It wasn't just how he smiled when he read something beautiful, or how he sta

now. He cou

earless. And she? She was the girl with silent footsteps and a heart f

h, Elara would catch him staring out the window, eyes lost in thought, and s

handed out a group assignm

ters - you'

pencil nearly rol

what felt like forever. There was a curious tilt to his he

mall smile. "Looks like

hard, her voice

looks l

g changed. A door creaked op

ove had just stepped