She always walks across the hall from me. I find my heart pounding in confusion. He pursuits her with a fiery tenacity. She flicks her hair beatifully when he enters the room. I am confused as to what is happening. Is she falling for him or me? She brushes past me slightly. I feel a tingling sensation. He walks with her in the hall holding her hand. I watch in utter astonishment and feel sorrow, and pain. Now I know the answer to my question, It is not her who has fallen for us, But it is I who has fallen for her. This is lovely, but we don't allow original fiction.