Folklore's Perspective
I was ín the library, reading books. Like always in my alone time, I had my
Airpods on, listening to music.Getting one book I wanted and always read on the bookshelf, then I saw speak now, is she crying? I took one airpod out, Asking her if she was okay "Are you ok? Are you crying?" I said.
She said she was fine. I wasn't sure about her,Then I just go away and sit on the table reading books. Then i saw speak now trip, the books are falling right to her, I covered her, "Ask for help next time" I said, her face is cute. Wait? What am saying? "I gotta go" she said. She was running fast.
I was going to my classroom, She bumps into me making my notes fall down, she helped, there was one last note to get, I was going to get it. Ended up touching her hand, Warm.... .
"Sorry again" she said, running away.**At classroom**
I wasn't thinking of looking at her.
Beautiful. She was supposed to look at me first, she quickly looked away, I smiled.I never felt something called "love" in this way...
Consequences.
YOU ARE READING
I Hate You And Love You Just The Same
RomanceENEMIES TO LOVERS AHHH First time to write a story and I hate it