Her

Part 13

 I sat in my hard, uncaring chair while everyone filed out of the classroom past me, not giving me a second glance, or even a first. I remained unmoving, my hands folded on my lap, my eyes cast downwards at my paper. I waited. A few minuted passed in frozen silence before she realized I was still here. She came over to me, smiling, concerned, and her concern warmed me. It meant that she cared. I looked up into her eyes, closer to her perfect face than I ever had been before, and as my eyes looked into hers and I saw her in there, as buried as I was, my resolve hardened. I tipped my face back and stretched upwards the extra few inches and slowly, softly pressed my lips to hers. I tasted her fear, her surprise, her desire, her fractured heart. I gave her my kiss, and I took the one she gave me as she kissed me back... for one prolonged, glorious instant before pulling away. Her dark eyes were wide with shock and chagrin, terror, and mine were warm for the first time, soft, vulnerable. Her deep brown hair fell into her face and she stumbled backwards, she turned, and walked away, leaving me stranded, sitting there alone. Watching as she left. I touched my finger lightly to my warm lips as my heart shattered all over again, like a fragile glass heart dropped from far too high.