Chocolate brown eyes | jjk

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She came. After so many days - so many years - she finnaly came. He noticed - how wouldn't he - although she never thought he did.
Surprisingly enough he was now the one that came first to their small classroom. She found him seated at her seat, by the window. It was completly unbeknown to her that he seated there in hope the act will somehow reach out to her, invite her to join him by the window and enjoy peacefull atmosphere the rain brought down.
She liked his presence. She liked knowing he was around, having him near her so close she could hear his rythmic breaths or smell his mint shampoo. Although though no words were exchanged, she felt a warm feeling spreading through her chest, a feeling she would never get tired of.
She kept sneaking glances of him every here and there. He, however, never looked back.

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Soon enough, another tiring day came to its end. She, sadly, had to leave him. She didn't want to leave him.
She was making her way out of the school corridors when a hand lightly tapped her left shoulder.
She froze. That had never happened.
Slowly as a snail, she turned around and met the beautiful gaze of the mesmerising chocolate brown orbs yet again.
Not even a day has passed and she abnormaly missed the warmth of those eyes - of him -nonetheless.

- I need you to come with me. - was all he said before he took her tiny hand, her whole being, in his averagely large one and made his, well their, way out of the building.
She, as usual, stayed quiet, but never objected.
They walked - hand in hand - in comfortable scilence until they reached a somewhat hidden spot behind the school grounds.
She found herself forgetting how to breathe again. And this time it wasn't because of the unbelievable beauty of the boy beside her. It was because of a breathtaking scene before her.
He let go of her hand and she suddenly felt cold, empty, alone.
She wanted it back.
She needed it back. To keep her sane.
Her mind was screaming for him to come back and take a hold of her fragile little hand again but no sound came out of her small pink lips.
And there was no need to.
Once he turned on the small radio he placed on the small log earlier today, he came back and intertwines his large fingers with her tiny ones.
It made her feel safe again. It made her feel peacefull and warm.
It made her feel loved.