you had found me then, in the washroom, panicking over a debate that was supposed to take place in 30 minutes.
" hey are you okay ? ". concern evident on your face as you crouch next to me. i shook my head slightly. you took my hand in yours. i remember how your hand was warm and fit perfectly in my hand. your fingers grazing over my knuckles as you calmed me down.
" do you feel better now ? look i don't know what's bothering you but you're going to do great alright ? take deep breaths ". you smiled at me and i swear i could feel my heart racing. " th- thank you ". i got up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. i wondered which class you were from and why you stopped to help me.
" i'm cheering for you ! ". i had rushed to class then as the bell rang.
that was my first time meeting you. i might not have the best memory, but i will forever remember the cute guy who held my hand and wished me the best.
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Short Story꒰ 💌 ꒱ ·˚ ༘ it was fate, that they were meant to be.
