befall

she meets him

 “All great and precious things are lonely.”

― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

The girl looked intently at the back of the brown-haired boy  

Her eyes concentrating on him

Feeling a pair of eyes on him, the boy turned around

That’s when their eyes met

Two different emotions were sparked in each individual

For the girl, it was a moment of curiosity

But for the boy, it was a moment of hatred

To him, it was another pair of eyes looking- no more like staring at him

Like he was some weird freak

For he was a boy with scars

But little did he know that it had been the opposite for the girl.   

For the girl, it was a reflection of herself, two years ago.

The boy stood up, creating a friction between the floor and the chair

The amount of stares that was casted upon him piled on

But he walked out of the room without a word

With his hands balled into a fist