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Our similar circumstances made us close to each other.

The looks of other people, their taunts, even my mother’s, didn’t matter to me as long as I saw his beautiful boxy smile everyday at school. I bet he came to school every single day and sometimes, when things were way too tough for me, I still came to school because I knew he'd be there to listen to my pains without any judgments.

His voice, his words, his smile… it gave me hope- to live. 

I was steadily becoming alive again from the inner me, who was dead inside.

It became a daily routine to sit beside each other at the corner of the classroom everyday, stay silent during class time and laugh our heart out during the break, our happy spot you ask?

Yup! The rooftop- the peaceful place.

“Why don’t you reply to me when we are in class?” I asked looking at the front whilst sitting on the pavement, my legs moving back and forth.

“I don’t prefer any distractions while studying. I hope you understand.” He spoke, staring at my side profile, leaning on the pavement.

“Alright we won’t talk during class.”

Since then, it became our unspoken rule to not disturb each other during class.

But this step just deepened our friendship, or I guess, my feelings towards him. I used to steal glances towards him during the lectures many a times, just to see him fully concentrated.

This was one of the qualities I learned from him- deep concentration.