He was the boy with black suit, when I fell for him. I always wondered was there anything else that made me this crazy. He had that charm where I could stare at him the whole day still not enough to fulfil my obsession for him.
Everytime I walked by, he would turn to look at me and when I caught him staring at me, he would turn away slowly, his lips twitching into a small smile. I needed more, it was not enough.
I saw him in a gym, the playground and heck even the basketball court. My face turned bright red everytime I knew he was looking at me.
At one occasion, when he approached me, one evening and asked my name. I whispered them softy, smiling at his tender face. His smile widened, he repeated my name so softy, it felt like a song from his lips. I blushed shly when he said ' You're cute'.
What are you doing to me. Is this a game you're playing making me blush, putting me on cloud nine. What are you doing to me. My craziness and crush for you is not enough for me. What are you doing to me.
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Playing With Fire
Short Story❝I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.❞ ―Oscar Wilde A place where broken hearts reside and stories behind them. . .
