Endings Come • AntiMinter

Hannah

L

Life never seemed to go the right way for Hannah, everything always seemed to change just as it got better. She slowly entered the classroom for Mrs. Greene's World History, trying to avoid the eyes that trailed behind her. She was new, and should have known this would happen, being stared at. Her eyes scanned the room for an empty seat and when Hannah saw one, she made a beeline for it. Once she was seated she looked to her left to see him. He was extremely tall, she could tell just from him sitting how. He appeared to be rather athletic - or at least the Adidas sweatshirt and sweatpants made her suspect that - and his dirty-blond hair was pushed up off his forehead in a small quiff. His blue eyes caught hers and her cheeks flushed as he gave her a small yet welcoming smile.

O

Over the weeks of sitting next to him she learned more, and the more she learned the more she liked him. The infamous him was Simon Minter. The name suited him, she thought. He was in her year, and he was quite good at football. They didn't talk often, but when they did she was filled with exhilaration. It was as if he was the wind supporting her and she was flying. It was a new feeling and she didn't know what to make of it. Was it infatuation? Or was it something more? Something, perhaps, more genuine? She couldn't quite place what the feeling was. Hannah didn't like that she couldn't comprehend the feeling, so of course, she decided to ignore it. Maybe then it would go away.

V

The feeling seemed to be like venom seeping into her veins. It was like poison, but in a good way? When she talked to him, it felt like her lungs were on fire - but in the best way possible. She would stare at him, admiring the pure essence of him - Simon Edward Minter. When his head turned in her direction, her head snapped forward so she wouldn't be caught. Sometimes, however, she'd get caught. When it would happen her cheeks would heat up and she'd give him a lopsided smile, cursing her sluggish reflexes silently. As the feeling built up inside her, becoming more and more prominent, Hannah realized what it was. Love. She loved him. It seemed so silly. She had hardly known him for six months, yet that was the only way she could describe it.
"I love him," she whispered to herself on the way to class. It was sweet on her tongue as she said it, like honey. Maybe she'd tell him today. She was feeling confident, and who knows: he could at least like her back - if not love.

E

Endings come. Sometimes they're sweet, mostly they're bitter. Simon didn't come to class that day. Or then next. Or the next. Soon it became obvious that he was gone and he wasn't coming back. He was gone now, a memory that would rust in Hannah's mind until it had faded away. No one knew where he went. She asked his friends, she asked people in his other classes. They didn't know. She asked her teacher, they said they weren't allowed to tell anyone. Simon Minter was now a mystery to her and it seemed she'd never solve the case of his disappearance. If only she'd known how he felt, if only she had tried to tell him her feelings sooner. If only...

Simon

L

Life seemed to be going right for Simon. He was captain of the football team, his grades were good, and he was one of those rare teenagers who was well-rested. But the best thing to ever happen to him in his teenage career was yet to come. Several minutes into his World History class the best thing to happen to Simon slowly opened the door. Simon bit his lip and stared at his desk shyly. She was gorgeous. Dark brown hair cascaded down her back, swaying a little as she moved. Her fringe was tucked behind her right here which gave him a clear view of her eyes.  Her eyes were beautiful, they took his breath away. They were round, and a light jade color that seemed to pierce into his soul. I hope she sits by me. Simon plead silently. Before he knew it, she was seated to his left, toying with her pencil as the teacher continued the seminar. Out of the corner of his eye Simon saw Hannah looking at him. He turned his head toward her and flashed her a small smile, as if to say welcome to World History with Mrs. Greene. It looked like she was blushing but how could she see anything in him? He was well... plain old Simon, while she was gorgeous.

O

Over the next view weeks Simon learned a lot about her. The goddess whom he had known as her for her first few days of her sitting next to him, was named Hannah. She was a pretty skilled video editor and writer. She liked to play FIFA and football, much to Simon's pleasure. They rarely talked, but when they did he felt as if he were on the top of the world. Each time he interacted with her, the feeling got bigger, until eventually he always felt that way. It made him feel like he was falling, but somehow it was in a good way. At first he didn't know what it was, he just couldn't place it on anything he'd felt before. It wasn't fear, nor was it happiness (it was a similar feeling but yet also clearly different). It certainly wasn't sadness. What was it then? Infatuation? No, it couldn't be that. It felt to real for the feeling to be infatuation. Suddenly, one day while he was working on homework, he realized what it was. Love. He loved her. 

V

He couldn't get his mind off of Hannah now. He had to tell her how he felt soon or else he felt he might just explode. He would tell her tomorrow. Yes, that's what he'd do. As soon as he enters the room he'd sweep Hannah up off her feet, lead her to the hallway, and confess how he felt. That was Simon's plan. It was certainly cliché but isn't that was girls like? Sweet, cliché acts for the sake of romance? Hopefully, if Simon's plan went well and she felt the same way, they'd get together and he'd constantly be filled with happiness. And then it all went wrong.

E

Endings come. Sometimes they're sweet, mostly they're bitter. His parents had died that night in a car crash. He had to move in with his grandparents in the countryside, for otherwise he'd be put into the system and he really didn't want that. Much to his dismay, because of this whole mess, he could never tell Hannah how he felt. She'd never know, he'd keep it to himself. He didn't tell anyone that he left, and certainly not why. He wanted them to forget him - especially Hannah - because then, maybe if he was forgotten, he could forget about her.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading this AntiMinter fic. I don't intend to add on to this anymore, I like it as a one shot, though it was really fun to write. I know that in the fanfic that inspired this, they did the sort of acronym thing but I couldn't think of words for any of them but the E (endings) so I just used them as paragraph dividers so it was like each paragraph was a mini chapter. I hope you enjoyed this story, I certainly enjoyed writing it!