The Girl With the Gold Hair

Er...you dropped your phone...

(The Boy's POV, 2nd person)

You've noticed her walking past your house at dawn everyday at the exact same time: 6:25 am. Her hair glistened in the broad daylight and bounced up and down as she half-skipped on the rocky pavement. She always wore wired headphones and quietly hummed to a song you didn't know. You could barely hear her voice. You liked her, you knew, but you never had the nerve to talk to her, or attempt to 'coincidentally' bump into her as you left the house. But you'd always trail behind her. It wasn't like you were stalking her, you just...enjoyed her presence.

Once, she tripped and dropped her phone on the floor, her headphones falling out of her ears. She turned around and the two of you made eye contact for a split second. She smiled. It wasn't a huge, creepy, wide smile. Her smile showed a tiny bit of her teeth: perfectly aligned just by the sight of it. 

Her eyes. They sparkled. Or it seemed like they did. Maybe it was all in your head, but it felt real. She snickered. It was like you were listening to a demo reel of her voice, and it sounded like angels were singing. And before you knew it, she was already walking away. 

It felt too strange to follow her after that, so you took a longer route. But the whole day you couldn't stop thinking about that moment. Her smile. Her laugh. 

"Shut up!" you thought to yourself, "Stop being weird," But it didn't really help. 

Nothing would have. Feelings were...feelings. And sometimes, the voices inside your head needed to be heard.