Cry 2

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3rd person

She walked into the classroom dressed in all black.

He walked into the classroom papers in hand.

She looked down to hide her face.

He passed back the corrected papers, one by one.

She did not receive hers back, for it was not passed in.

He gave her a note, see me after class.

She didn't listen to the lecture that was going on.

He did not know he was staring.

The bell rung releasing the class.

And the tears keep falling.

•••••

Mr. James sat next to her unknowing of her situation. He looked at the girl, studying her before he said anything.

The tears keep falling.

"Shailene, where is your paper?" He asked softly.

The tears keep falling.

Tears flooded her face before she could answer. She let them all out and didn't make an attempt to stop them. She looked at him through blurry watery eyes. Rivers of tears rushed down her face.

The tears keep falling.

Mr. James held her in his arms. Whispering sentences of comfort to her. Little did he know what happened, but it impacted the girl past her limit.

The tears keep falling.

He stood up and took her hand. He did not ask questions. He drove her back to his apartment where he laid her on the couch. Tissues were moved from his hands to hers.

The tears keep falling.

"It's okay Shailene. You don't have to turn in the paper. Just remember one thing,"

The tears keep falling.

"I love you."

This one shot was short on purpose, but I hope you liked it anyway. I NEED IDEAS FOR ONESHOTS PLEASE!!!

Alacazzam

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