When I had first entered the classroom, my eyes had been fixed on her almost immediately. Her long black hair, her smile, ... He couldn't, mustn't, he wouldn't.
She whispered with her friend, she seemed to be so much like her, like the woman he once knew.
Few weeks later
Her style of clothing, her whole appearance had changed in the past few weeks, she didn't laugh that often anymore, but seemed distracted by her own thoughts. Yet, whenever he asked her a question she'd answer it correctly, just to return to scribbling in her notebook once again.
He couldn't help, but adored that girl - how was something like that even possible? She wasn't paying any attention to his lessons!
How much he'd love to know what she wrote all day long!
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Short Stories (multilingual)
RandomThis is a collection of short stories/ pieces of stories I once wrote down. If you want to use any of those or parts of it please contact me. There will be german stories as well as english ones
