𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝☆

𝑿. 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔☆

"I wanted to go to a school." He finally said.

What?

I thought he must be the top student in his class, but he'd never set foot in a school.

"You never went to school?" I tried to hide my shock. "Then where did you learn everything from?"

"I was homeschooled, until everything happened, and then... I could never go to one because I just couldn't, you know? I was scared, so I just taught myself with books." He replied sadly, and feeling the unnecessary need to justify himself, he rambled.

"I mean, how could I, right? I knew I wouldn't fit it because I had no idea what they did there. You can't just start going to school when you're thirteen, you know? Like it's too late...and I was alone."

"I'm sorry."

His eyes searched for reassurance, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I looked at him.

I didn't know what else I could say to make him feel better; I could hug him, but I don't know if I should.

"You don't have to be; relax. I was just telling you. How was your school like?" He asked, diverting the topic from himself.

Then we just talked, like normal people. I told him all about my school and how much it stinks, but strangely, he was very curious and fascinated to know about the little struggles we go through in student life.

"Let's go back now, shall we?" He asked.

"A little more? Please." I pouted. Once we went back, everything would get usual.

I would lose this side of Justin's personality, and we would be back taking jabs at each other on a daily basis. I wanted the time to stop for some moments. I wanted to take a break from all the tension and just stare at the sky full of stars.

"Sure.." He stared at me, smiling.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Your face." He pointed. Did I have ice cream on my face?

Oh no.

I wiped it. "Now?"

"Towards left." He brought his hands to my cheek, gently wiping the corner of my lips with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

I couldn't help but steal glances at him. Those caramel eyes seemed to hold a depth of emotion that I couldn't quite decipher. They were like a warm, golden light that drew me in, making me feel like I was drowning in their depths.

His sharp jawline and defined face made him look like a chiseled sculpture, as if he had been carved from the finest marble.

The way his eyes gleamed in the moonlight, the softness of his lips...my heart skipped a beat as I realized just how much I enjoyed his company at this moment. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present moment.