There was something about the way Lawrence left class today that didn't sit well with me. The way he brushed against my hair harshly didn't feel like I imagined it would feel when we touched, even if it was just my hair. I'd moved it out of the way after, collecting it in a twist over my shoulder. I could still feel him. A roughness I didn't associate with him, harshness I'd never seen before.
Of course, he'd always kept to himself, but the way his eyes told me who he was—even if he didn't—I knew he was gentle, a kindred spirit. He was shy, careful, guarded. Just like me. Exactly like me.
There was a pain in me, one I couldn't identify, but I suspected it was because of him. The way he'd left so abruptly—it made me ache for him. Not with longing, but with empathy. Maybe it was because I could feel he was as lonely as I was, but unlike me, he was truly alone.
I paid extra attention the rest of class, taking notes and listening to the professor speak. As soon as I was home, I sat down and copied my notes in my neatest handwriting, because the next time I saw Lawrence I would give him my notes. Then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't feel so lonely.
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Two Years
RomanceLawrence and Jade met two years ago, four-hundred miles away. Their love was quiet, it was secret - even from each other. Now, two years and four-hundred miles later they have a chance encounter that brings them together again. They're both in coll...
