You never noticed him. Lars always sat in the corner of the lecture hall – black sweater, laptop covering half his face. Never looked up, never spoke, never laughed. Top student, but not the shining kind. Boring. Colourless. Sexless. You thought – he's not the type who wants anyone.

You're his complete opposite. Loud, everywhere, campus star. You know everyone, and everyone knows you. Where he stays silent, you fill every pause. You're light, noise, movement. He's shadow.

You were wrong. You were fucking wrong.