"Hello Everyone... I guess you are hear the story… The title is Unfulfilled Love or Unrequited love whichever you may like, as you have a greater knowledge about writing... Hmm... Yes... Ok, let's start... Let me introduce myself first. Myself, Neville Ceaser, yes Ceaser not Longbottom, I have been called that a lot in my junior high or some of you might know as primary. I was a good friend of Michael since year 3... Ok, his description... He was a quite student, an exceptional one at everything like studying, sports, etc.

He was with me since year 3, but his sad story started in high school... We joined Richmond High together... We got the same class... Ok the class, Yes, it was like any ordinary class... You know like the doors on the right and windows on the left with basic necessities that every class has...

Ok... Our first day... We were sitting in third row on the right towards the door... Michael chose those seats... He wanted a separate seat from everyone else... He was extremely shy at making friends. You may even describe him as an introvert... We came in class before time to grab the seats; we didn't know anyone from the class...

Well the teacher came, homeroom started... And then she came... She was extremely pretty, every boy in the class started gawking at her... I turned towards Michael... He usually didn't even notice anyone let alone a girl, but he was also wide eyed watching her... I smiled uncontrollably as I saw him watching her... And then the teacher asked her to sit down… She went and sat with the window on the exact opposite side.

Then all the students got up one by one and introduced themselves and then her turn came and she stood up… She introduced herself as Sarah Jones... Said her father had a transfer that's why she came to our town, Richmond. And that she was hoping to study with us all…

After the class, the bell rang, Michael and I got up to go to cafeteria, some kids who had brought their lunch, stopped in the class, but we went out… She, Sarah stopped in the class or so I thought… We went till end of the corridor I heard the classroom door opening but then we turned and went down the stairs… We reached the café and got the food, sat on an empty table… The she came in the café, Michael didn't notice her this time which was a little funny, She came and sat just behind him." the man that looked around in his late thirties or early forties was telling us, he was fighting cancer, and was on his last stage.

I was a journalist/freelance writer and was trying to capture stories from the people on their deathbed. Don't ask me how the hell I thought that it would be a good idea, but after asking Neville, I started on a new journey. I told him that I will record it and use the story in his exact wordings. The nurse came and told me that visitor hours were over; I got up and asked Neville if I could come again tomorrow and he nodded.

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