Prince had loved Sree since the first day of college. Her laughter chased in the corridors like a melody he could never replicate, and held galaxies he was too timid to explore. But words froze on his tongue whenever she passed by.
She was effortless, like poetry in motion, while he was the easy scribbled in the margins. So he worshiped from afar, sketching her face in his notebook, capturing the softness of her smile, the way her hair curled at the edges.
But love locked in silence is a prison, and Prince was its most faithful prisoner.