Same routine,same clothes, all the same. Your still thinking,you finished all the quizzes,all the requirements, you sit down and keep on thinking.Then she notice,you looked at her,she looked away.
Then again,all the images of her began to shutter. Your heart began to be conflicted by the same emotions. You thought its time to confess,you took a breath,you stand up...but then your teacher came in. You stopped and turn back,you took your sit. You then rip a piece of paper,you wrote something on it....a poem;
' I know,I should have told you.. I know I should have never keep it.'
' But then I didn't want the stars we have come crashing down from the sky as I say this 3 words'
'I Love You'
You fold the paper and secretly pass it to her. She reads it,and she kept silent. Class ended,she came by your side. She then told you "Thank you for telling me its just that, I only see you as a friend' you smiled weakly as she walked away. You thought maybe,that this is for the better. After all school is about to end.
YOU ARE READING
3 Weeks(Totally Short Story)
Short StoryIm not going to tell the description since its just a very short story. Because this story is how use see it its for you own imagination alone.
