Author's Note.

He was different.
Different from the others I knew.
Different from the crowd.
An aura of mystery surrounded him.
Always.

Only few noticed him.

I was the popular girl
The bubbly, naughty chick.
I was a part of the crowd.
I had a tonne of friends.

Everyone noticed me.

I was an open book, or so they thought.

I was an everyday gem.
And he was a forbidden relic.

It was bound to remain the same.

Until, one day.