for him [bxb] ✔️

16 // #2 pencil

It was sitting upon the hard wooden chair, head forward to hear instructions, that we spoke for the first time since the night at the movies. 

His unruly brown hair was messy with frizz and tangles knotting in several areas on his head and his emerald eyes were under toned with dark circles showing signs of his lack of sleep. Had I not been so fascinated by the boy having been placed across my row, I wouldn't have noticed him as quickly as my own eyes did. 

"Do you have a pencil?" he asked as his dangerously skinny body was leaning sideways with utmost fear as was visible in his glazed over eyes.

It wasn't the fear he would ask someone else as I knew he would not be able to ask the other 20 students sitting around us, they being intently invested in the lesson at the front. It wasn't because Emerald looked not worse but most definitely unhealthy for the age of a teenage boy. No it wasn't either of those.

I had answered with a yes and given him the only piece of lead I carried with me, a broad yet bitten #2 pencil, hoping there wasn't anything important I would need to later remember.