Everyone Laughed When I Agreed to Dance With the Class Outcast at Prom – But the Tiny Box He Handed Me at Midnight Made My Knees Buckle

when he tried to smile.

His hands were shaking.

“Eliza,” he said. “Hi.”

“I, um. I wanted to ask you something. Before I lost the nerve.”

The whole hallway seemed to slow down.

I could feel people turning, phones rising, the air tightening around us.

“Okay,” I said quietly.

The silence broke into laughter.

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