I glance over at him for a moment,
barely a second later he looks over at me,
our eyes meet for not even a second,
he turns his eyes away moving them on to something else.
a slow small smile creeps onto my face.
But I quickly push it aside.
No.
I thought to myself
I would not put weight into a fleeting glance.
not a glance that hardly lasted a second.
I refused to.
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philophobia
Teen Fictiona girl who fears falling in love, she doesn't want to, she spends her time at college working on her dance major. She is one who loves to dance and has a story to tell through the music. but what happens when her moves dont align with the music? whe...
