It had been so long since he looked into her eyes.
He thought she was taken, but still fell for her. He refused to recognize the love in her eyes was for him and only him.
Staring from across the room, with pain and sorrow evident on his face, she gave a look of empathy.
He craved for the sound of her laugh, or even purely her voice. She'd been quiet all day.
She sat in the corner of class, still and silent, waiting for some sort of approval from him. She felt neglected by him, even though he may have been trying to save the both of them.
He looked at her lovingly, concern filled his eyes as he saw a tear trickle down her face.
She ran out of the class after the bell rang. He sat there, wondering what was wrong.
She moved schools, he wondered where she vanished to.
They lived their own lives, but not together.
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One Shots I guess?
AléatoireJust a bunch of one shots I've come up with over the years. Thought I would share them :)