Looking around carefully, I slowly placed the flowers in his locker, with a printed note that read, 'You are important.'
Eli, he was the most precious being in my life. I had been with him throughout the days that he cried feeling worthless and unloved. I comforted him as he wept about being ugly and useless. I stayed with him as he sobbed on my shoulder, screaming that he didn't deserve to live.
Being in love with him was the only thing that made me feel safe and comfortable. Seeing him cry always broke a part of me and i had taken it upon myself to make that change. Every morning I would leave a bouquet of flowers with tiny notes to show him his worth. Seeing him smile at the flowers, was always the highlight of my day.
Walking to my locker, I waited for him to arrive, just to see his cute, shy smile as he reads my notes. Just as I opened my locker, said person entered the hallway with a bouquet of roses, the only flower I held back from giving him. 'When anyone confesses to me, I hope they give me roses', he would say which made me decide that I would give him roses only when I intend to confess my hidden feelings. But seeing him with roses made my heart drop as it could mean only one thing, 'he was going to confess'.
Opening his locker, I watch him smile shyly reading the note that I left along with the bouquet of red carnations. Placing the flowers back, he closed the locker as his eyes scanned the area before meeting mine. Closing my locker, I see him stride towards me, from the corner of my eye. "Hey Sia!", the boy in front of me beamed making me giggle. "Hello Eli", I reply turning towards him. "What's with the flowers?" "I'm going to confess to someone!", he exclaimed with shiny eyes as I felt mine get slightly glossy. Overpowering my feelings, I ask the question I've been dreading about. "Do I know her?" "Well, yes, you know HIM."
