it took a week for you to come back to school.
it was english class, one of the classes we had together. when i walked in, you were already sitting at your seat with your nose buried in a book, your red hair covering your face from everyone.
we had assigned seats, but i sat next to you anyway.
"excuse me."
you looked up from your book, your eyes meeting mine. it was the first time i had seen you up close.
striking blue eyes that faded to brown near the iris. freckles dotted your nose and cheeks. full, pink lips. i cleared my throat and met your eyes again.
i had planned what i was going to say you for days, yet i still had no words.
"how are you?" was what i said. confusion swam through your ocean eyes, and a hint of amusement. the corners of your lips curled upwards as you thought of what to say.
"i'm fine. how about you?" you replied. i smiled, grateful that you were talking to me.
"i'm great, thank you for asking." i said. and you smiled back.
i wasn't thinking straight then. i should have brought it up sooner.
YOU ARE READING
i'm sorry.
Short Story(Completed) your body was a canvas and your father's fist was the paintbrush. lowercase intended
