It was a rainy Monday of June when I first met him under the porch of the church.
His honey like hair was dripping wet and his dark green eyes, as pure as the ones of a toddler discovering the world for the very first time, were looking up at the sky as if asking: “Why are you crying?”.
I must have been in awe for quite a long time when his lips curved into a smile and his eyes stared back at
mine, piercing my soul.
Back then I couldn’t have imagined the consequences of that smile, but I liked it.
I did and I still do.
~Hello there! This is my second time publishing something on Wattpad. My first attempt wasn't serious and I lost inspiration almost immediately. I think I didn't even reach chapter one.
ODS was born on a rainy day of June and it's a story inspired by my 8-year crush with this little boy I met back in elementary. Through these years I never told him and I never really knew if my puppy love was reciprocated, so all I did was wondering, and this is the result. Hope you like it!
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One Day Stand
Short StoryThat rainy Monday of June under the porch of the church. I still remember it. Do you? This is my first attempt as a pseudo writer. I'd be glad if you check it out and help me to improve.
