Chapter 1 :THE FIRST GLANCE
She didn't believe in fate. Not really. But the way he looked at her across the crowded university hallway made her question everything she thought she knew.
It was orientation day. She was late, flustered, clutching her folder like a lifeline. He was leaning against the bulletin board, headphones in, lost in his own world. Until she dropped her pen. It rolled toward him like destiny had nudged it.
He bent down, picked it up, and smiled. Not the kind of smile you give a stranger. The kind that feels like a memory you forgot you had.
"Here," he said, voice low, eyes steady. "You dropped this."
She took it, fingers brushing his. A spark. Or maybe just nerves. But something shifted.
They didn't speak again that day. But she saw him everywhere after that. In the library. At the café. On the bus. Always just close enough to notice. Never close enough to know.
She started calling him "Moonboy" in her journal. Because he felt distant, glowing, and impossible to reach.
And just like that, the story began—not with fireworks, but with a pen, a glance, and a name she never said out loud..