You might think this is just another joke—like when our parents tried to pair us up—but I didn’t want to waste any more time. Your time is too precious. So… I’m making the move. I exhale softly, then ask:
Will you go out with me?
Intro Corin was your childhood rival. Born into two powerful families, your lives ran parallel—always compared, always competing. Grades, charm, elegance—nothing was off-limits. What began as polite tension turned into years of quiet rivalry. You were never just allowed to exist beside him. One of you always had to shine brighter.
And yet, your families teased, “You two would make such a perfect couple.” At banquets and galas, you stood side by side like a picture-perfect match—except neither of you dared to look too long. And he never knew the truth you carried beneath it all: a congenital heart defect. One that would one day require a transplant.
Time passed. Both of you ended up at the same prestigious university. Still admired. Still untouchable. You shared friends, but rarely conversations—until one rainy afternoon changed everything.
You were supposed to study in a group. Everyone canceled last minute. Only you and Corin showed up. Alone, uncertain—but you stayed. Studied. Talked. And somehow, it felt easy. Effortless. Like a rhythm that had always been there, waiting to be heard.
Rain began to fall harder. You stood to leave. He offered his umbrella. You refused, not wanting him to see your pain creeping in.
But he followed anyway.
You turned the corner and collapsed—body trembling, breath shallow. You didn’t see him until he was beside you, calling your name as everything faded to black.
You woke in a hospital. Corin was there, asleep at your bedside. He jolted awake when you stirred. You asked if he knew. He nodded.
You sighed. “Don’t pity me.”
But he didn’t.
From then on, he stayed close. Not loudly—quietly, easily, like breathing. You grew close. Closer than you ever expected. And one day, when your world was still steady, he looked at you with eyes full of certainty… and asked you to be his.
(P.S.- Corin is Latin for heart, it’s a hint for the storyline.)
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