You Make My Heart Smile, From A Distance.

Chapter 1

This story isnt about love and a happy ending. There is no fluff, smut, romance of any kind. However it does include love. But not a happy ending per se.

Talia's POV:

Fool
Self-diagnosed
Idiot
Self-diagnosed
Worthless
Self-diagnosed

Self-diagnosed only because I know what it means to be all these things. I know what it means to have to live up to expectations that you force yourself to accept. They tell you to love yourself for who you are. Yet the next minute they switch off their phones and hide under the sheets.

They hide because they know that spreading kindness doesn't mean that kindness lives in you. They hide because they know that the angel they made themselves to be was in fact the devil that didn't accept his fate. They hide because a shoulder to lean on never had a shoulder for itself.

"Just another day, no fresh start. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing special. Nothing but... her." I thought. It was the same thought as every morning, every night, every stare out the window. What seemed like an average highschool crush turned out to be something I couldn't get rid of so easily. Not a great way to start a Monday but it was still a way, gotta take what I can get.

Time skip to school

As cliche as it sounds, I went to school early with the lie of 'practicing for a competition with my friends'. As long as they believed it.

A fresh gust of wind blew across my face as I walked into the school compound. Not greeted by lockers or students as you would think, though. Greeted by silence and only a small ray of sunlight. Simply the perks of coming to school early perhaps.

I walked up the stairs to my classroom and brushed past a certain someone's table, my fingers lingering on her chair for a second. But not too long. I walked up to my chair, diagonally in front of hers and placed my bag down. The classroom was pretty quiet, for there were only about two other people. I didn't mind it. It was the reason I came so early in the first place.

I sat down on my chair and whipped out my airpods, plugging them in and playing my daily dose of seventeen from my Spotify playlist(no, not a sponsor, just me). I didn't really do much, just cleared my email and checked up on homework, which only bothered me if it was due that day.

Soon, the students were piling in and occasional outbursts of squeals could be heard. I looked around. Meh. Nobody that was too fun. The one I was waiting for usually arrived right on the dot. Well, nothing much to do.

I took out my airpods and felt the sudden need to socialize so I walked up to my friend and said "oi. Roblox" She seemed to get the message and opened up the app, not without her usual round of complaints that it used up alot of her phone's battery. I appreciated it, as much as I would try to deny it. I appreciated that she would still listen. We were so involved in our game that time flew by quickly. A bit too quickly. It was almost time for morning assembly.

Just as we were about to finish our game, I felt it. I felt her presence as soon as she stepped inside. As weird as it sounds, I knew the way she felt (shut yo dirty minds up). Or at least her aura. Whatever it was, I was addicted. But I didn't dare turn around.

But suddenly I felt a hand drape across my shoulder. I didn't have to turn around to see who it was. I knew. Yet I did. To see her face. Just like every other morning. Those brown eyes boring into mine, the galaxy of stars that hid behind two beautiful orbs. Her face was 3cm away from mine. My heart started pounding in my chest as I begged she wouldn't notice. Eventually, she stood tall but her hand remained on my shoulder.

Part of me wanted to shrug her hand off. But the other wanted to let it stay. Stay like that forever. The warmth she gave me was something I only received from my mother. Something I received up until 2 years ago, when grades became more important to her than I was. But I knew better than to place my hand on top of hers and lock hands. I knew better than to play with the own pit of fire I promised myself I wouldn't fall into. I knew better than to let myself down the spiral of madness that one would call unrequited love.

This is my first time writing a story and it's pretty late at night right now. I don't know why but writing from a POV of another person feels nice. Makes me feel like the burden I have isn't something that I alone have to carry. Anyways, if you have any requests like "more angst, more humor, etc." , you can just leave it in the comments. If you do want me to continue writing then please say so as well. Have a nice day babs😘😘😘