One-chapter stories

you.

He was the first familiar face I recognized as soon as I walked into the room. Him, the boy who used to make me so incredibly happy, but who also made me feel like I had no purpose in this world. He made my life a hundred times better, or at least, I thought so. He was the the best & the worst that has happened to me. He looked diffrent though. He had his hair in a quiff, he was a few inches taller, his voice was a little deeper, and he looked more grown-up. He still had the same eyes I fell for when I saw him for the first time.

His eyes were a dark shade of brown, yet incredibly beautiful. They almost looked red in the sunlight. He never wore mascara, yet, his eyelashes looked so amazing. He wore a teeny tiny bit of eyeliner though. His perfectly straight teeth and his smile, oh my, his smile was worth a million. And how he talked, his beautiful voice & the words he chose to speak. He wasn't considered 'perfect' by what we called society, but he was to me. Or at least, I thought so.

He was talking to a woman, about the same age as him, probably catching up or something. I was just staring at him, kind of admiring him, almost forgetting about the fact that he was a selfish asshole who loved breaking hearts and promises.

Suddenly, he made eye contact with me. He raised an eyebrow and kept staring at me for a few seconds. Then, his eyes went wide and he almost choked on his own spit. He ended the conversation with the mysterious woman & walked over to me. He stood in front of me and still looked very confused. "Yes. It's me. Hello." He didn't realise I spoke for a few seconds before stuttering out a simple "It's you".