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the first day

BEFORE

his eyes were so pretty, not that they weren't pretty the days after the first day, and so filled with life the day i met him.

he had his favorite beanie pulled over his mop of hair, the hair that he absolutely hated some days, and loved others.

but, i loved it all the time.

his dimples had popped out on his cheeks as id said something cheesy, i can't quite remember but im sure it was something about his eyes.

but, it makes me sad that i can't remember what i said to him that made the dimples he tried to hide pop out.

it makes me sad because if i forgot something as simple as the sentence i said to him, im eventually going to forget him all together.

and that scares me. because i don't want to forget him.

*

"hi, is anyone sitting here?" a boy with a beanie pulled over his brown curly hair asked as he pulled the chair away from the table at the café.

"no," i answered simply, keeping my eyes on the book i was reading.

"what book are you reading?" he questioned, and i glanced up from the words and held the book up so he could see the cover. "looking for alaska. is it any good?"

i shrugged, but it was honestly my favorite book.

"you don't say much, do you?" his hands folded under his armpits and i shrugged again.

i put my eyes back to the book and sighed quietly.

i knew he was staring at me, but i didn't pay much attention to it.

"what's your name?"

"sofia," i answered, my brown eyes staring into his green ones. "what's yours?"

"harry," he smiled and i nodded, forcing a smile back.

"cool," i replied.

"you're beautiful," he stated and my eyes widened and my cheeks flamed as i pulled looking for alaska to my face.

his soft chuckle echoed through the air and i cursed under my breath at how stupid i must look.

"i should go," i stammered out, pulling myself to my feet and grabbing my book from the table and my bag from the ground.

"oh, okay," he replied, standing to his feet also. "do you have a car?"

"no, im walking,"

"let me walk you," harry smiled.

"oh, no, that's okay-" i started but harry wasn't taking no for an answer.

so i let him walk me home.

*

"how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"when's your birthday?"

"september thirteenth,"

"what's the date?"

"um, september twenty-third,"

harry continued to question me, and by the time we got to my place, he'd already knew everything there was to know about me.

except the fact that i had an eating disorder, i cut myself, and i wanted to die more than anything.

other than that...

"is this it?" harry asked as i came to a stop in front of my apartment building.

"yep," i answered.

"can i get your number?" he asked suddenly and we quickly exchanged numbers.

"you have a beautiful smile, sofia," harry whispered and i blushed.

"you have pretty eyes," i replied and the small smile on his face widened into a grin.

"i should go in," i whispered.

"okay, ill call you," he smiled before turning on his heel and making his way back to the place we began.

and i don't think id ever smiled so much.