Unspoken
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Tom always felt like he was living in the background of his own life. He wasn’t the guy who stood out in a crowd, nor was he the one who made heads turn when he walked into a room. He was just...Tom. And he was okay with that. But what he wasn’t okay with was the way he felt about Maya. Maya was his friend—not his closest companion, but the kind of friend who was there for casual hangouts, deep talks at 2 a.m., and sporadic texts about the randomness of life. She was vibrant, effortlessly drawing people toward her with her bright laugh and easygoing nature. Tom had fallen for her in silence, too afraid to ruin what they had by confessing the feelings he carried. It wasn't that Maya didn't know about his feelings. On some level, she had to. How could she not notice the way his eyes lingered on her when she laughed or the way he always dropped everything to be there for her? But Maya had her own life, and it always seemed to revolve around other guys—guys who were more confident,...