Holden's P.O.V.
The only thing that stopped me was the fact that Eric lived a couple houses down. If that were not the case, I would be on the ground, contemplating what the hell I was thinking, inevitably with tears in my eyes.
Indeed, I did do that, except in the safety of my bedroom. The bedroom with the window that saw it all. I stood at the window and replayed that day in my mind : Sajana running, Sajana crying, Sajana falling, Sajana lying there, Sajana needing help, Sajana getting help, Sajana, Sajana, Sajana.
I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I liked her so much it hurt, but there was nothing I could do about it. I sat and thought for a while, and decided that I need to talk to her at school tomorrow.
On second thought...
I probably wouldn't have the guts to do that. Staring into her beautiful dark eyes was hard enough today, but it would be even harder now that she knew what I thought of them.
Sitting down at my desk, I pulled out a sheet of paper and my "lucky" pen. She would have to see my sincerity if I wrote with that.
She would have to see that I loved her.
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Stranger to Me
Short StoryGilda Perkins would be the first to say that her life was okay. Retirement was a sweet place to be indeed. Every afternoon, she had a cup of tea and settled down to read. They were peaceful and restful, and Gilda believed she needed nothing more for...
