23.09.20XX
"So what do think about this? Let me know" he said.
I couldn't take my eyes off you as you approached me after a long time. However, upon seeing you, I couldn't stop my mind from thinking about what I saw in front of the cafeteria.
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It was lunch break and I sat there fidgeting my milkshake. I sighed, as a blank page laid before me - I was in charge of writing an article for this upcoming school festival.
"Hey."
Sighing tiredly, I turned to see. I was startled to see you standing next to me.
Quickly positing myself, I moved aside for you to sit, but you gently pulled a chair and choose instead to sit opposite me.
He rummaged his back and pulled out a juice can. "Here. How about we drink something and then discuss?"
I simply nodded. The frozen can felt way too cold against my heating palm.
"For this upcoming festival, I wanted to put up my own stall for exhibiting my works, so I was in search of someone who could help me in regard to this" he smiled.
I know. Your work is a masterpiece. You probably don't know how often I visit photography club just to catch a glimpse of your work and believe me, it's breathtakingly beautiful. My frequent visit to your club even made Sebastian suspect my feelings for you.
"So how would I possibly be of help to you?" I asked, forcing a smile against my blushing cheek.
"You're feeling hot in here?" His lips twitched a smile and soon he chuckled, pointing his fingers at my red face.
"Whhatt- Is It so obv-io-us?!?" Tapping my hands against my face, I soon joined him and we burst into laughter.
"So the thing is" he continued "I've heard about your work and Sebastian suggested the same. The way you write is different than the others do. So I just thought that maybe your writing could bring out something more into my work."
I couldn't give you an instant answer; although I deeply wished to work with you.
However my responsibility as a leader in media club came first and i already had my plates full-
No.
Actually I wanted to step back.
I didn't want to involve myself any longer with you.
YOU ARE READING
LOCKER NO. 64
Short Story"We messed up to understand ourselves and lost our chance."
