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It felt an eternity had already passed when they went back in. She followed the trailing lights on the floor back to her seat. He silently waited for her to be seated, before going back to his own place, noticing more people were awake now.
.
not a word exchanged
not a glance felt
yet all there was,
shared
and nothing left.
.
She felt somebody shuffle into the seat beside her. Her eyes met warm ones, and she had an odd sense of deja vu. He gave a resemblance of a smile on his lips, and her brows shot up with pleasant surprise, almost teasing. He seemed in a good mood.
"Looks like no one is around?" she questioned, already knowing the answer.
"They've gone for the Clock Tower visit. Some are still around though."
He reached his hand into his chest pocket of his black cotton tee and now she could see the red wire going into his other ear. He offered the second to her, and her eyes swept the premises around.
She guessed this was their thing.
Quietly, she accepted the offer he proposed.
.
Their sitting overlooked the swift river Beas, the evening sun shining warmly on the waves. He stretched his phone out to her, a song of her choice. She selected it and handed it back, her eyes now fixed on the gruond, her ears red.
His eyes grew as he recalled the tunes playing, from their school musical 3 years ago. He'd suggested it to the music teacher, did not expecting his idea to go so well. She had remembered. Her refusal to meet his gaze was adamant. He shifted his shoulder closer, and she did not move hers away. As the tune ended, she got up hastily, running to the camp with her back to him.
.
The next went back to them ignoring each other's existence. At least that is what is looked like to other people.
She walked past him at breakfast the next morning. He offered her his hand when she fell on the trek. She brought him a pamphlet for the next activity. He smiled at her at the play. She bumped her shoulder against his on the dance floor.
He wondered if whatever this was, was even meant to be this... simple.
.
Their common friend group had forced them into this game. She wanted nothing more than to run away to that secluded spot, he wanted to be forced more to play. After much resistance on both sides, they found themselves locked in this little closet under "the most unlikely couple" tag. It was nice to know everybody found them just as strange as they did.
They moved closer, their breaths inching each other further in. She stood on her toes, and he pushed her braid back, tilting his head. A peck, in a quick, swift movement.
They barely had a second to catch their breaths and hide the red dusting their cheeks before the closet doors burst open and they were shoved out with wide-ranged groans of how boring this game was.
As a new game of antakshri started, nobody noticed the slight pink tint on his lips.
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