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My First And Last Love

Ivy's Dilemma

Chapter 1: Ivy's Dilemma

Ivy sat in the university library, her brow furrowed in concentration as she pored over the thick textbook in front of her. At just 20 years old, she was already well on her way to earning her degree in economics, her sharp intellect and tireless work ethic propelling her to the top of her class.

While her peers often struggled to keep up, Ivy thrived on the challenge of mastering complex theories and models. She took meticulous notes during lectures, asked insightful questions, and spent countless hours in the library, determined to fully understand every concept.

Yet despite her academic success, there was a nagging feeling of emptiness that Ivy couldn't quite shake. As she sat there, the words on the page began to blur as her thoughts drifted to a certain curly-haired boy who occupied far too much space in her mind.

Matthew. The very name sent a flutter through Ivy's heart. They had been classmates since freshman year, and over time, Ivy had found herself increasingly drawn to his warm smile, his quick wit, and his genuine kindness. He was popular and well-liked, the kind of person who seemed to effortlessly navigate the social landscape of university life.

Ivy, on the other hand, tended to keep to herself, preferring the solace of her books and the comfort of her own thoughts. She had always been a bit of an outsider, and the idea of putting herself out there and risking rejection terrified her.

But as she watched Matthew laughing and joking with his friends in the library, Ivy couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the one by his side. She imagined the two of them engaged in lively discussions, sharing ideas and dreams, perhaps even...

Ivy shook her head, chastising herself for letting her mind wander down that path. Matthew was simply out of her league, she told herself. He was charming, confident, and undoubtedly had his pick of girls. Why would he ever notice someone like her?

With a heavy sigh, Ivy turned her attention back to the textbook, determined to push aside her feelings and focus on her studies. But as the words on the page blurred once more, she couldn't help but steal another glance at Matthew, her heart aching with the weight of an unrequited love.

The next few weeks passed in a blur for Ivy as she immersed herself in her studies, determined to push aside the distracting thoughts of Matthew that had been plaguing her. She spent long hours in the library, poring over textbooks and research papers, and her dedication paid off as she continued to excel in her classes.

One afternoon, as Ivy was hurrying across the campus quad, her arms laden with books, she suddenly found herself colliding with another student. The impact caused her to lose her grip, and the books tumbled to the ground in a scattered mess.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Ivy exclaimed, quickly bending down to gather the fallen books. "I should have been more careful."

"No, no, it's my fault entirely," a familiar voice replied. "Here, let me help you with that."

Ivy's heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see none other than Matthew kneeling beside her, his curly hair falling into his eyes as he reached for the scattered books.

"Matthew," Ivy breathed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I, uh, I didn't see you there."

"Clearly," Matthew chuckled, flashing her a warm smile. "I'm the one who should have been paying more attention."

As they worked together to gather the books, Ivy couldn't help but be acutely aware of Matthew's proximity, the brush of his fingers against hers sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She silently berated herself for being so flustered, cursing her inability to maintain her usual composure.

"There, all done," Matthew said, handing the last book to Ivy. "I hope nothing got damaged."

"No, everything seems to be in order," Ivy replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Matthew. I, um, I appreciate your help."

"It's my pleasure," Matthew said, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment. "I'm just glad I was here to lend a hand."

An awkward silence fell between them, and Ivy found herself desperately searching for something, anything, to say. But before she could formulate a response, a group of Matthew's friends called out to him from across the quad.

"Hey, Matt! You coming to the party tonight?" one of them shouted.

Matthew glanced over his shoulder and waved. "Yeah, I'll be there!" he called back, before turning his attention back to Ivy. "Well, I should probably get going. But it was nice running into you, Ivy."

"Likewise," Ivy managed, her heart sinking as she watched him jog off to join his friends.

As she stood there, clutching her books to her chest, Ivy couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She had been so close to Matthew, yet it had felt like there was an invisible barrier between them. He was friendly and polite, but Ivy couldn't shake the feeling that he saw her as nothing more than a casual acquaintance.

With a heavy sigh, Ivy turned and continued on her way, her mind once again consumed by thoughts of the curly-haired boy who had so effortlessly captured her heart.

A Glimmer Of Hope

As the days passed, Ivy found herself increasingly distracted by thoughts of her chance encounter with Matthew. She replayed the moment in her mind, reliving the flutter of her heart when their eyes had met, the warmth of his smile, the gentle brush of his fingers against hers. It was a fleeting moment, but one that had left an indelible mark on her soul.

Despite her best efforts to focus on her studies, Ivy found herself constantly searching for glimpses of Matthew around campus. She would catch sight of his curly hair in the distance, or hear the familiar sound of his laughter, and her heart would leap with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

One afternoon, as Ivy was making her way to the library, she spotted Matthew sitting alone on a bench, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over a stack of papers. Without even realizing it, her feet had carried her in his direction, and before she knew it, she was standing before him, her shadow casting a gentle shadow over his work.

"Oh, Ivy!" Matthew exclaimed, looking up with a surprised smile. "I didn't see you there."

"I, um, I didn't mean to interrupt," Ivy stammered, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "I was just on my way to the library and I... I saw you sitting here and I thought I'd say hello."

"Not at all, please, have a seat," Matthew said, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "I could use a break from these papers, to be honest."

Ivy hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, before slowly lowering herself onto the bench. She sat there, her hands folded neatly in her lap, unsure of what to say.

"So, how have you been?" Matthew asked, breaking the silence. "I feel like it's been ages since we last ran into each other."

"I've been well, thank you," Ivy replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just, you know, keeping up with my studies as usual."

"I can imagine," Matthew chuckled. "You're always in the library, buried in those books of yours. I admire your dedication, you know."

Ivy felt a flush creep up her cheeks at his words, and she quickly averted her gaze, suddenly finding the ground beneath her feet to be the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Well, I certainly try my best," she murmured. "It's important to me to do well, you know, to make the most of the opportunities I've been given."

"I can respect that," Matthew said, his tone sincere. "Not everyone has the drive and determination that you do. It's really quite impressive."

Ivy felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life within her chest. Could it be that Matthew actually saw her as more than just a casual acquaintance? Perhaps there was a chance, however slim, that he might actually be interested in getting to know her better.

As they continued to chat, Ivy found herself slowly relaxing, her initial nervousness giving way to a sense of comfortable camaraderie. Matthew was easy to talk to, his genuine interest in her life and her aspirations putting her at ease.

When it was time for Ivy to head to the library, she found herself reluctant to part ways, but Matthew assured her that he would see her around. As she walked away, Ivy couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope blossoming within her. Maybe, just maybe, this chance encounter could be the start of something more.

A Shift In the wind

The days that followed were a whirlwind of anticipation for Ivy. She found herself constantly searching for Matthew, her eyes scanning the campus for a glimpse of his familiar curly hair. She even started taking a slightly longer route to the library, just in case he might be sitting on that bench again.

One evening, as Ivy was leaving the library, she saw Matthew standing by the entrance, talking to a group of friends. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to approach him. But then, she remembered the warmth in his eyes when they'd spoken on the bench, the genuine interest he'd shown in her research. She took a deep breath and walked towards him.

"Hey, Matthew," she said, a nervous smile playing on her lips. "I didn't realize you were here."

Matthew turned, his face lighting up with a smile. "Ivy! I was just about to head out. What are you doing here so late?"

"Just finishing up some research," she replied, her gaze lingering on his face. "I'm working on a paper for my history class."

"History, huh? That's interesting. I'm actually taking a history class myself, but it's more focused on the modern era."

"Really?" Ivy said, her interest piqued. "Maybe we could compare notes sometime."

"I'd like that," Matthew replied, his eyes twinkling. "I'm always up for a good intellectual debate."

As they chatted, Ivy noticed that Matthew's friends were starting to look at them with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she tried to ignore it, focusing on the conversation with Matthew.

"So, what are you working on?" Matthew asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but I'm writing a paper on the rise of social media and its impact on political discourse."

"That's fascinating," Ivy said, her eyes widening. "I'm actually doing a paper on the role of women in the suffrage movement. It's a bit of a different era, but I think there are some interesting parallels."

"I bet there are," Matthew said, nodding thoughtfully. "I'd love to hear more about it sometime."

As they continued to talk, Ivy felt a sense of connection growing between them. It was more than just a casual conversation; it was a shared intellectual curiosity, a mutual respect for each other's minds. For the first time, she felt like she was truly seeing Matthew for who he was, beyond the charming smile and the easygoing demeanor.

"Well, I should probably get going," Ivy said, glancing at her watch. "It's getting late."

"Yeah, me too," Matthew said, his voice tinged with regret. "But hey, maybe we can grab coffee sometime and talk more about our papers?"

Ivy's heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll let you know when I'm free."

As they said goodbye, Ivy felt a surge of excitement mixed with a touch of trepidation. She had a feeling that this was just the beginning of something new, something that could change everything. But she also knew that she had to be careful, to not let her hopes get ahead of her. After all, she had been burned before.

But for now, she allowed herself to savor the moment, the warmth of Matthew's smile, the promise of a future conversation, a future that held the possibility of something more. The wind had shifted, and Ivy felt a glimmer of hope, a sense of possibility, that she hadn't felt in a long time.

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