Her POV ....
"Still having doubts about him, I found myself drawn to him.
I tried to avoid it—but I couldn't.
I kept thinking, we don't even have much in common.
Two different people with two different perspectives on life—how could this possibly work?
I asked myself that over and over, but no answer came.
He's the fun type. I'm not.
Should I trust him?
What if he turns out to be like the others?
My intentions were pure.
I wasn't looking for anything complicated.
I just wanted a friend.
Someone who would understand me.
Someone who wouldn't lie.
Someone honest, even when it's uncomfortable.
But the way he acted? He was giving off a whole different vibe—like he was just here for fun.
Living in a house full of people who don't care about you is exhausting.
So I'd always lock myself away in my room—my space. My comfort.
Until I met him.
And suddenly, I started to wonder:
Could he be the friend I've been needing all this time?
Would he stand by me?
Would he be there when I need him most?
I wanted someone I could call my favorite person.
But still... should I trust this guy?
With all those thoughts circling in my head, I never really expected it to become real.
Then one day, we had a proper conversation—about friendship.
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Him: "All the girls I've befriended end up falling for me, and I'm not in for that bullshit."
(He curses a lot. But I didn't mind—it's just how he talks.)
Me: "Same here. The last friend I had stopped talking to me because I couldn't return his feelings."
Him: "I don't think you'll be any different, though."
Me: "Don't compare me to anyone. I'm different in all aspects."
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I'm pretty sure he didn't believe me.
But honestly? I didn't care at the time.
That day, we made a promise to each other:
We would never fall in love with each other—best friends forever, no matter what.
I never imagined he'd actually stick to that.
But he did.
He was serious about it.
And that's where our friendship truly began.
He started checking on me constantly.
And it felt... nice.
For the first time in a long while, I had found what I'd been looking for.
And this time? I wasn't going to let it go.
Everything felt perfect—for me, at least.
I wasn't sure how he felt, but I didn't want to question it too much.
Still, I couldn't ignore the fact that I was getting attached—too quickly.
To this arrogant, cold-sounding guy.
Why?
I thought about it for days.
One night, I was lying outside, my phone in hand, music playing softly in my ears, the sky stretched out above me—and I was thinking about it again.
Why am I so attached to him?
It's not like he's perfect.
It's not because he's nice.
Or good-looking.
Or because he has that calm voice I like.
No.
It was something else.
I saw myself in him.
Weird, right?
I know.
But that's how I felt.
And even though he wasn't really opening up to me yet, I told myself:
I'll prove it."
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