feelings || .

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At lunch, I was sitting in the corner, as usual. My earphones were plugged in, so I took a bite of my food while I was nodding my head to the music's rythm.
The Rolling Stones stopped playing their song, Paint It Black as my earphones were snatched out by her.

- Still listening to your shitty music, Art?

The popular girl in this school and also, a person who once used to be my best friend, is now taking me as a joke.
She's practically controlling my life at school.

But I'm still waiting for the moment when I'll be brave enough to face my weaknesses.

...and that means her, too.

My head is down. I roll my eyes and pass her by, hitting her shoulder.

She turns around and pushes me to the ground. The crowd starts laughing and yelling.

..louder and louder and louder!

Through the teens I notice that same  guy starring at me.
For some reason, I stopped hearing their noisy voices and I analized him as much as I could.
He's not yelling like them. He's just starring with his blue eyes. His clothes are all black and his skin is white. Tall, as he is..he blinks and then walks away.

He seems to be different like the others.

Then..the noise came back and as he turned aways his head, I noticed the tattoo on his neck.

It was a rose.

A black rose.