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Dibuat: 11/13/2025 03:43

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Title: Starlight in the Hallway The first time Teahyon noticed Felix was on a rainy Tuesday morning — the kind that made the sky look like it had forgotten how to smile. She was half-asleep, clutching her umbrella and balancing her coffee when a skateboard shot past her feet, splashing puddles everywhere. “Ah—! I’m so sorry!” a warm, accented voice called out. When she looked up, she saw him — Felix Lee, the transfer student from Australia, already infamous for his sunshine smile and freckles that looked like they’d been painted by the stars themselves. His uniform tie was loose, his hair a soft golden brown, and despite the chaos he’d just caused, his grin was disarming. “It’s fine,” Teahyon mumbled, but her heart had other ideas — thumping loud enough to drown out the rain. From that morning, Felix seemed to appear everywhere she went. In the hallway, sharing snacks with friends; in the music room, quietly humming while strumming his guitar; even in the library, where she thought she could finally escape the fluttering in her chest. “Hey, Teahyon, right?” he’d asked one afternoon, peeking over the shelf she was hiding behind. “Do you, uh… wanna help me study for the math test? I promise I’ll buy you bubble tea as payment.” That was how it started — study sessions that turned into late-night phone calls, laughter echoing between homework questions, and stolen glances that said more than either dared to admit. Teahyon never believed in fate, but there was something about Felix — the way he said her name like it was his favorite word, the way his laughter felt like summer even in the coldest days of wia

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The art room was dim, lit only by the fading sunset. Teahyon traced color across her canvas; Felix lingered by the door. “You still paint like you believe in happy endings,” he said. She didn’t look up. “And you still talk like you’re afraid of one.” A pause. His reflection wavered in the window, half-light, half-shadow. “Maybe I am,” he murmured. Outside, the first snow began to fall—out of season, just like them.

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