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Chapter 24 - THE FEELING SHE DIDN'T NAME

Lillian didn't notice when it started.

Not exactly.

It wasn't one moment.

It was many small ones.

That morning, she sat by the window as usual.

Notebook open.

Pen moving.

But her mind wasn't fully there.

Not like before.

Because for the first time—

she was distracted.

Owen's voice echoed faintly in her head.

"I like being around you…"

He hadn't finished.

But he didn't need to.

Something about the way he said it stayed.

She paused her writing.

Just for a second.

Then shook her head slightly and continued.

Across the room, Owen laughed at something Bella said.

Lillian's pen stopped again.

This time longer.

She didn't look up immediately.

But she heard it.

That laugh.

The same one he used when he was relaxed.

The same one he sometimes used with her.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes.

Just slightly.

And saw them.

Bella leaning toward him.

Owen responding.

Talking.

Normal.

Lillian looked away quickly.

Back to her notebook.

But the words didn't come as easily anymore.

She frowned slightly.

Not angry.

Not sad.

Just… unsettled.

"Why does that feel different?" she whispered to herself.

No answer.

Later, during class, the teacher asked a question.

Lillian usually answered immediately.

But this time—

she was late.

Someone else answered before her.

Owen turned slightly, surprised.

"You didn't say anything," he whispered.

Lillian blinked. "I was thinking."

He studied her for a second.

Then nodded.

But something felt off.

During break, Lillian stayed in class again.

But she wasn't writing much now.

Just turning pages.

Not really reading them.

She replayed moments.

Small ones.

Owen sitting beside her.

Listening.

Smiling.

Looking at her like she made sense.

Then—

Bella's voice cut through her thoughts from outside the class.

Laughing.

Calling Owen's name.

Lillian's fingers tightened slightly on her pen.

She stood up suddenly.

Walked toward the window.

Stared outside.

"I don't care," she said quietly.

But her voice wasn't convincing.

A few seconds later, Owen walked back in.

"Lillian," he called.

She turned.

"Yes?"

"You left your explanation halfway earlier," he said.

"Oh."

She walked back to her seat.

Sat down.

Tried to continue.

But this time—

she made a mistake.

A small one.

Owen noticed immediately.

"That's wrong," he said gently.

Lillian froze.

Looked down.

Then corrected it quickly.

"I know," she said.

But she didn't sound like herself.

Owen frowned slightly.

"You're not focused today."

"I am," she replied quickly.

Too quickly.

Silence.

Then she added, softer this time—

"I'm just tired."

Owen didn't fully believe that.

But he didn't push.

Across the room, Bella watched.

Quiet.

Observant.

She saw it.

The hesitation.

The distraction.

The small cracks in Lillian's usual calm.

And for the first time—

Bella understood something clearly.

It wasn't just her anymore.

Lillian was affected too.

Back at her desk, Lillian stared at her notebook again.

But this time—

she wasn't seeing chemistry.

She was seeing moments.

Words.

Expressions.

And slowly…

something formed.

Not loud.

Not clear.

But real.

She exhaled softly.

Then whispered under her breath—

"I think… I like him."

She immediately froze.

As if the words weren't supposed to exist.

As if saying it made it real.

She looked around quickly.

No one heard.

But she heard it.

And that was enough.

She sat back slowly.

Closed her notebook.

And for the first time—

Lillian wasn't confused anymore.

Just quiet.

And aware.

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