7 Years Ago
The hall is completely empty. It's just me, and him, whom I still don't know the name of. I guess I could call him okay looking, I mean, boys and girls aren't really always supposed to avoid each other, according to group G Young, group B Young, group G, and group B. G for girls, B for boys.
He smiles, showing off a dimple. Although it's a smile, it still shows grief, and agony. I realize how favorable the color of eyes are. Blue. Maybe even lighter than the sky.
"I guess this is the last time you will be seeing me again," Still a slight anguish filling his tone.
"Yea, I guess this is a goodbye," An outlandish feeling flows through me. A narrow pang of affection for this boy feels inside. I can't quite interpret what it is; out of everything that they have educated us with, this is not one. I am assuming that they don't want us to feel passion for anyone.
I sigh, taking off one of my gloves. He does the same. Our hands make contact, slightly. For small moments, we look at each other, in silence.
Then, there's a noise. Shoes screeching on tile. Someone's coming.
Our hands quickly drift apart. The moment I finish putting on my glove, someone appears from the white walls. It's Esquire Silas.
We turn opposite directions, hopefully in enough time. It's not. He frowns, disappointedly, and slowly shakes his head.
I feel heat appear on my cheeks, and walk away. My head turns over my shoulder, one last time. The boy has done the same. Silas has his hand over his shoulder, and is escorting him out.
I know I will see him again, someday.
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