It was already late, yet she found herself unable to sleep. She then started to do her one-more-scroll routine while listening to her lullaby playlist, hoping that it would tire her and hasten her drowsiness.
After such a long time, she opened his webpage again. She used to catch up with his life through that very page. His writings were intriguing; sometimes they were light and funny, sometimes they were deep. They never failed to make her wanting to know more about him.
He was superior over her in ways she could never imagine.
She adored him. He never knew.
She never wanted him to find out the fact.
