Luis Victoria had always regarded boys her age with indifference. Strangers, classmates, even those who attempted polite conversation ,none elicited a response beyond a polite nod or careful avoidance. She was kind, soft-hearted, and attentive to those she cared for, but romantic inclinations had never touched her. In fact, she had already declined seven proposals, not out of pride, but because her heart remained reserved for someone she had not yet met.
The morning she transferred to Westfield Mixed Academy felt like stepping into an unfamiliar world. The hallways buzzed with laughter, teasing, and chatter. Boys moved about confidently, speaking and gesturing as if the entire space belonged to them. Luis observed them cautiously, her attention fixed elsewhere — until she saw him.
Loxley Kristal.
He stood with effortless poise, leaning against the classroom window, his gaze calm yet attentive. There was an understated elegance to the way he carried himself, a quiet authority that drew attention without seeking it. Luis could not explain the sensation that stirred within her, a flutter she had never experienced. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but undeniably present.
Days turned into weeks. Luis remained reserved around her peers, yet her attention returned repeatedly to Loxley. She noticed the small things: the meticulous way he organized his desk, the gentle patience he showed classmates, the soft inflections in his speech. Slowly, imperceptibly, admiration began to bloom into something way deeper.
She confided in her best friend, sharing observations and curiosities about Loxley Kristal — his habits, preferences, and demeanor. She spend hours asking for Loxley's favorite colors, tastes, gestures, and subtle nuances. Luis became an archivist of his life, collecting fragments of information with quiet devotion, learning him in ways no one else could.
And yet, Loxley Kristal remained indifferent to her attentions. He knew she liked him, yet he did not act, did not tease, did not reciprocate. For him, she was simply a classmate; for Luis, he became the axis of her thoughts, her first love, and her silent obsession.
Luis Victoria had never understood love until now. It was patient. It was consuming. It was unspoken, invisible to everyone but herself. And in that quiet devotion, she discovered the profound intensity of first love — unwavering, steadfast, and entirely hers.