There he was, like everyday. Staring off into space thinking about her. But not her she wanted. He thought of the girl with the long brown hair, green eyes and the purest soul.
Instead of the girl with short black hair, dingy brown eyes and the soul so dark that it scared everyone.
Maybe he didn't think of the other girl because she didn't have the guts to speak a word to him. Maybe he didn't think of her because everytime he looked him her way she would burry herself so deep into a book that she felt invisible.
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Short StoryShe was the girl with the book in the corner and he was the boy with gaze into space
