7th day as his tutor, I dreamed he'd kiss me, but woke up to him telling his friend he hated me

#lovestory #drama #romantic #novelshorts It was my seventh day as his tutor. Seven days of sitting across from him— explaining formulas, correcting mistakes, pretending I didn’t notice how easy it was to look at him for too long. He was careless. Annoying. Distracted. But sometimes— when he leaned closer, when his voice softened just a little— it felt like something else. Something dangerous. That night, I had a dream. He wasn’t distant. Wasn’t impatient. He looked at me— really looked— like I mattered. And then he leaned in… and kissed me. It was warm. Gentle. The kind of moment you don’t question. The kind you just feel. I woke up with my heart racing. For a second, I didn’t know what was real. Until I heard voices. His voice. Just outside the door. “…I seriously can’t stand her,” he said. A pause. “She’s annoying. Always acting like she knows everything.” My fingers tightened around the blanket. His friend laughed. “Then why not switch tutors?” He scoffed. “Because she’s useful.” Useful. That was it. Not interesting. Not special. Just… convenient. I closed my eyes. The dream still lingered— too vivid, too close— and suddenly, it felt embarrassing. Like I had imagined something that was never there. That day, when I sat across from him again— I didn’t look at him the same way. Didn’t wait for him to speak. Didn’t notice the little things anymore. I just taught. Clear. Efficient. Distant. And for the first time— when he frowned slightly, like something was off— I didn’t wonder why. Because some feelings only hurt until you finally see the truth. #UnrequitedLove #WakeUpCall #LettingGo #RealityCheck #DramaStory