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Sakura stood by the classroom window, her long black hair swaying gently as the warm afternoon breeze drifted in. She let out a sigh, her fingers lightly brushing against the edge of a small, flower-adorned mirror placed on the desk in front of her.
The mirror was special. Not because of its frame decorated with colorful blossoms, but because it had become her only way to truly look at him—Ren.
Ren sat across the room, his gaze fixed on his notebook, deep in thought. He was always just a few steps away, yet somehow, he felt unreachable. For years, she had admired him in silence, watching as he laughed with friends, as he ran his fingers through his messy black hair when he was frustrated, as he glanced at her in fleeting moments—moments she pretended not to notice.
The mirror reflected the unspoken feelings she could never voice. In its glass, she could see herself and Ren, side by side, as if they belonged together. But in reality, they were always apart, separated by hesitation and doubt.
One day, as Sakura adjusted the mirror, something unexpected happened. Ren’s reflection met hers directly—his dark eyes locked onto hers through the glass. A small smile tugged at his lips, as if he had known all along.
Her heart pounded. Had he noticed?
Ren stood up, walking towards her with an easy grace. Without a word, he reached out, gently turning the mirror so that instead of reflections, their real selves faced each other.
"Why do you always look at me through the mirror," he asked softly, his voice laced with quiet amusement.
Sakura felt her cheeks heat up. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came.
Ren chuckled, then leaned in slightly. "You don’t need a mirror," he said. "Just look at me."
For the first time, Sakura did. Not through a reflection, not in secret, but directly—gazing into the eyes of the boy she had loved for so long. And in that moment, the distance between them finally disappeared.
— The End —
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