Solitude

Eye Contact

She can remember the first time she saw him and he can remember the first time he saw her.

It was Fall; the season had yet to set in. The final school bell had rung and students milling out in the front to go home or hang out with their friends. It was still humid outside, the sky bright blue and cloudless with promises of a few more hot days still to come. She met up with her friends outside in the front, a couple feet from the flag post.

Her best friend was talking about him and another guy she liked. They both liked her and she both liked them, whoever asked her out first was going to ultimately win her heart. That's when she first saw him.

He was tall, broad shoulder and had a smile that you make you smile. He was wearing the schools uniform, a pullover and simple black pants with white Nikes. His eyes swept over her and went immediately to her best friend, his big brown eyes big and bright.

It wasn't long until those chocolate coloured eyes were turned to her, for the other boy had got to her best friend before he could.

He could remember seeing her as if it was yesterday. Her pale snow skin stood out from the rest of the student body, which made him look at her for a second before going back to the real prize: her best friend.

But that ended before it began and before he knew it, the real life Snow White was all he could look at. There's a certain softness with her, the way she held herself, the way she spoke and the clothes she wore. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe from the world.

And he did for awhile.

But she was too unsure of her heart and he was far too sure of his.

Atlas, they were one of the greatest love stories there never was.