You repeated his words to yourself in your head many times.
The feeling of his hand on your shoulder, the slight breeze, sun shining down upon you two as you struggled to find your schedule. And he told you "It's okay, I'll just keep my eye out for the pretty girl in class."
On a late Friday night, alone in your room. Extremely frustrated, you say on your bed trying to figure out.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" You yelled alone to yourself, thankful for being home alone.
You just couldn't figure it out. He wasn't anywhere. He was there then he simply disappeared. Like a ghost of a past life fading away from you to bring you new life. But you didn't want new life. You wanted Minghao.
You were so upset that thoughts of all sorts clashed in your mind. Some you couldn't shake. But there was one. One you knew that you may be able to find some answers with. You started to ask you're self "Maybe it was an illusion. Does he even go here?"
Having this one, possible perfect thought locked in your head. You turned off your light and laid your head to rest.
The next day, everything up to lunch was a blur. It's funny how on the day you were so very focused on something else that you had to later be informed on the notes and homework for every class by a friend.
Things were so blurry you missed someone making a fool of themself. And as long as it wasn't you, you could almost always spot and laugh about them. But not today, today nothing else mattered then finding how what the hell happened to Xu Minghao.
At lunch you went to the office of the school dean, being ok cool terms with her you expected some good information on where Minghao was.
Frankly, you got all you needed without speaking a word.
Upon looking inside her messy office, over mountains of papers, staples, a trash can the janitors have been abandoning and a healthy stack of detention slips for students, you could see the dean and what looked to be someone's mother talking. Being the nosey person you are, you say outside and eavesdropped on them. Your ears perked at hearing Minghaos name from them.
"Why hasn't Minghao been in school? It's the first quarter... You can't allow him to miss this much so early without doctors notice."
A small sob was heard, followed by the sounds of someone rummaging though a bag.
"Here... Here's a doctors note... He has a concussion... I-It's... A car crash..." She sobbed between words. "We could lose him... I'm so sorry..."
You quickly backed away from the door, not wishing to hear more then you had already heard.
You felt your eyes tear up. What was this feeling? You had only known him for a day, but he was the nicest anyone had ever been to you.
You ran onto the roof. The roof where you met. The roof which he let you know who he really was, and you felt the tears stream down your face like a rainfall in April.
Carefully walking over to the table you saw a heap of wilted flower crowns.
Like a flower. He was wilting
