She saw me today. Her gaze was unsettling. There are unpleasant feelings attached to that gaze. I couldn't quite pinpoint what it is but it bothered me.
She saw me today. It wasn't just a glance, it was three times she tried looking at me discreetly, and one time she stared. Did I got something on my face?
She saw me today. I wonder what goes through her mind when she saw me. I hope it was a nice thought. Or, if that was too much to ask for, I hope she didn't feel anything. I hope her feelings towards me are neutral.
She saw me today. No, not her. Her friend. Why did she looked at me like I committed a murder? Was I really that bad? Or was it just how her gaze are? Well, don't try me. I could hide a body with books. Or two. Her gaze was even more unsettling. While I wasn't the person who would dislike someone I don't know, her gaze made it hard for me to have a good impression of her.
She saw me today. I wonder does she knows that I knows she's with him? And does she knows that I don't really care?
I saw him today. I saw him today and the only thing I feel like doing is to run away from him. So that's what I did. Well, I didn't exactly run, like a certain someone, but I do try to avoid him like the plague.
I saw him today. He, too, saw me today. I know he did. He didn't approach. I'll admit that was quite saddening. I thought we could be friends. After all, we never really got that chance.
I saw him today, from the corner of my eyes.
I saw him today, and I know, the only feelings that was hurt from the separation was only his. Because I know now, as I have known forever, I never really could fall in love with someone. I never do. I'll tell you when I did, but I don't think I'll ever will.
I saw him today. The only feeling I get is adoration. I know now that both of us are very good with secrets. The only thing that differs me from him is that he likes to tell. I don't. He trust easily, and I don't. He put his feelings on his sleeves, but I don't. He's nice, but I'm not. He get disappointed easily, but I don't.
I saw them both today. They do, too.
They saw me with their eyes.
I, with a saw.
I saw them both today. Her, on that beautiful face. Him, on his treacherous throat. It was hard sawing through their skins. They have thick skin.
I didn't got any of her blood on me. But darn him, his blood splatter. He choked on his blood.
I have to get rid of his blood now. I didn't like the colour.
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He, She.
Short Story"I saw them both today. They do, too. They saw me with their eyes. I, with a saw. I saw them both today. Her, on that beautiful face. Him, on his treacherous throat. It was hard sawing through their skins. They have thick skin." ...