After that night—when I saw you get beaten up by that guy—you’ve returned to school. Once again wearing long sleeves. Now I know why.
Your bruises are all over your arm and your legs. You don’t wear shorts anymore either. It pains me to know what happened. It pains me to see you hurting Nicole.
It’s Physics now and I see you walk into class and smile at some of your friends. Who then proceed to greet you and tell you they miss you.
They think that you just fell ill. Little do they know, something worse happened. As if you caught me looking at you, you looked up at me and smiled.
Showing of your nice teeth and your deep as shit dimples. I smile back and then you did the one thing I thought you would never do. You sat next to me.
We’ve been closer before but you still make me have those stupid ass butterflies in my stomach. I almost couldn’t write this in my notebook because you’re next to me.
But we are partners in doing this experiment. So I should probably stop writing and help you.
There’s one thing I would like to write before I leave: I love you Nicole <3
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Handwriting // m.c
FanfictionHe likes her And doesn't understand why He wants to tell her But doesn't know how He is talented at writing So he leaves his feelings to his hand writing Ratings: Short Story: #567 [20.4.2014] - #433 [21.4.2014] - #308 [22.4.2014]
