tides ☆ [jhs]

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IT WAS ALMOST Winter Break, white frost on glass windows percolating from the frozen sky and hot chocolate sales shooting up to the frigid stars. First quarter was coming to an upcoming halt and grades were finally being established, as well as unsettling tastes of failure.

And lately, the assignments given were becoming piles of snow, creating an avalanche on the base of her head. She thought of herself as a writer of solemn mediocrity and usually never stumbled upon deficiency in her path. But, a subtle fall for the God that perched on the seat in face view made both her heart and scores sink.

Jung Hoseok was his name, soft curls of ribbon flawlessly arranged over his gorgeous face, and a voice of summer nectar that girls dreamed of sipping. He washed the world with vibrant sun and dreamy blue skies which made her heart melt of cream blush.

Their professor, as well as many, praised him (and only him) for his outstanding literature and distinctive design ethic. He often told stories and built pictures through his perspective as a traveler. Hoseok saw the world as his palette of natural beauty and pulchritude that no one would ever experience, but through his eyes.

But once again, nothing but his assets were processed in her brain as time's fragile hand swayed to a new hour. It almost seemed like she had maybe learned something new and tried talking to him, but the subject was hard to grasp.

The buzz of the school bell echoes throughout the class and tiptoes of faint steps slide out the door. He sees the girl and waves before swinging his backpack on his shoulders,"Bye Yun Ah. Have a nice day."

"You too, Hoseok."

He's too good to be true.