Our eyes met. His blue eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't look away. His face was showing no emotion, yet his eyes said so much. His friend pushed him across the rest of the street. Our eye-contact was broken and my brain automatically started working. 'I'm never going to see him again,' I thought. Then I kept walking.
His face burned in the back of my mind. For whatever reason I could not forget him. I played that moment over and over in my mind. His strong gaze had made me feel something I'd never felt before. All I knew was that I had fallen. Hard.
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RandomA bunch of random parts of stories that I make up in my mind... Not actual stories, but, like, pieces of stories I guess it like... Scenes I make up in my mind....I guess I don't know Should be pretty okish tho ❤️👌❤️
