Days went by, and 7 would consistently pop up in my head daily. We continued to see each other at club events and for our elective group project, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. From the day of the party, 7 became significantly more physically affectionate towards me, constantly putting his arm around my shoulder when we walked together or leaning in a little too close when working on assignments. And every time, my heart would start racing.66Please respect copyright.PENANA23ZBM4TFEg
"It's not what it looks like," I convinced myself. "I'm just uncomfortable because of the sudden invasion of personal space. He's like that towards everyone."
Although... I'm not sure why I'm trying so hard to convince myself of.
A couple of weeks later, we decided to grab lunch together on campus and work on the latest project. As we sat in the bustling courtyard, I found myself admiring the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way his hair fell perfectly into place. "He's just conventionally attractive," I told myself again. "I'm only thinking this way because we meet so often and have many common interests."
As the semester progressed, we spent more and more time with each other, studying and hanging out outside of college hours. When we were together, it was as if we were in our own little bubble, separated from the stress and chaos of the outside world. It was like the perfect escape, but in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake the lingering feeling of guilt. I had always been a perfectionist, driven by the need to succeed in all aspects of my life. But with 7, I felt like I was straying from the path that I had set for myself. I was having too much fun and avoiding my responsibilities.
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