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        <h1>Aashrith's One Sided Gay Relationship with Emry</h1>
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        <p>
            <strong>The Beginning</strong>

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            They met by chance — at least, that's how Emry remembered it. A quiet, rainy afternoon in a small bookstore
            tucked between a coffee shop and a vintage record store. Emry was curled up in the poetry section, chai in
            hand, glasses slightly fogged. Aashrith stood at the far end of the store, pretending to browse travel
            memoirs, though his eyes had already found Emry long before their conversation ever began.
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            Their first interaction was brief. Aashrith commented on the Neruda book in Emry’s lap. Emry responded
            politely, closed the book, and smiled the way you do at strangers — soft, harmless, fleeting. But for
            Aashrith, something sparked. A connection. Or so he believed.
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            That moment looped in his mind for weeks.
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            He would return to the bookstore often. Always at the same time. Always with the same faint hope — that Emry
            might be there again, chai in hand, head tilted slightly while reading, glasses fogged just so. The image
            became an anchor for him, the shape of a new obsession forming quietly in the space between longing and
            delusion.
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        <strong>Aashrith’s Obsession</strong>

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            It began subtly. A few visits to Emry’s social media pages. Then more. Then screenshots. Then a spreadsheet
            — tracking favorite quotes, tagged locations, book releases Emry seemed excited about, coffee orders from
            stories, photos with timestamps and backgrounds carefully studied.
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        <p>
            He learned Emry’s routines — not through conversation, but through observation. Emry went to the same cafe
            on Thursdays, the park on Sundays. He took the 8:45 train most mornings. He liked lavender candles, always
            wore headphones on public transit, and sometimes mouthed the words to the songs he played.
        </p>

        <p>
            Aashrith memorized it all.
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        <p>
            He started adjusting his own life around Emry’s without Emry knowing. Sitting two rows behind him on the
            train. Arriving at cafes just before Emry did, pretending it was a coincidence. He learned to order Emry’s
            drink before he could. “Two oat milk chais,” he would say. “Just in case he wants one.” The baristas thought
            they were friends. Emry didn’t even know his name.
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        <strong>Emry’s Growing Unease</strong>
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        <p>At first, Emry didn’t notice. People sit in cafes. People take the same train. That’s just life.</p>

        <p>
            But then he started recognizing Aashrith’s face. Once, twice, three times — okay, maybe he just lives
            nearby. But it kept happening. Too often. Too perfectly timed.
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            Then came the notes. At first, vague things left on café napkins:
            “You looked sad today. I hope you smiled after I left.”
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            Then more personal:
            “That line you underlined in the bookshop — it’s still my favorite too.”
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        <p>
            Then a photo, printed, slipped between the pages of a returned book at the library — a blurry candid of Emry
            laughing with friends at a park. He had never seen Aashrith there.
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            Now he was afraid.
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        <strong>Aashrith’s World</strong>
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            To Aashrith, none of this was wrong. It was romantic. Devoted. He thought of Emry as a poem he was meant to
            memorize. A puzzle he was born to solve. He filled entire journals with imagined conversations, letters he
            never sent, drawings of Emry asleep, though he’d never actually seen him that way. His walls were lined with
            pins and string, photos and clippings, ticket stubs from places Emry had once posted about visiting.
        </p>
        <p>
            He wrote Emry’s name over and over. Practiced saying it aloud until it felt like a prayer. Until it felt
            like a possession.
        </p>
        <p>
            Every small detail became a sign — a smile meant "keep going," a frown meant "save him." Silence was not
            disinterest; it was shyness. Rejection didn’t exist in Aashrith’s world — only delays. Only detours. He
            believed, deeply, that Emry would love him back. Eventually. Once he saw the whole picture. Once he
            understood how far Aashrith had gone for him.
        </p>
        <strong>The Tension Builds</strong>
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        <p>
            Emry changed his routines. Switched train lines. Deleted his public social media accounts. Avoided his
            favorite spots. But Aashrith always found him again. “Fate,” he would whisper to himself. “Fate wouldn’t let
            him disappear.”
        </p>
        <p>
            He started leaving gifts — a scarf Emry once mentioned liking. A book with a highlighted line:
            “You are the home I’ve never found.”
        </p>
        <p>
            Emry started seeing him in his dreams. Then in nightmares. Then outside his window one night, standing under
            a flickering streetlamp, eyes fixed on the glass.
        </p>
        <p>
            He called the police. They filed a report, but nothing concrete could be proven. Aashrith hadn’t
            “technically” done anything illegal. Just… watched. Just followed. Just loved.
        </p>
        <p>
            But love can feel like a cage when it’s not returned.
        </p>
        <strong>The Story Continues</strong>
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            Emry moved cities. Unannounced. Disconnected.
        </p>
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            But Aashrith is patient.
        </p>
        <p>
            He’s watching train departures now. He’s learning flight paths, refreshing databases. Checking every
            bookstore in a new radius. He still writes to Emry in a journal every night. Updates him on his day. Tells
            him where they’ll go next. Mentions the dreams he has — the ones where they live by the sea, where Emry
            finally turns to him and says “I see you now. I’ve always seen you.”
        </p>
        <p>
            He leaves a bookmark in every poetry book he finds. Just in case Emry picks one up.
        </p>
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            Just in case fate gives him another chance.
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            And the story continues.
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            Because for Aashrith, it has never ended.
        </p>
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            Because love, when it festers, doesn't disappear.
        </p>
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            It waits.
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