Wishful Thinker

glasses ♡

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he took off his glasses, examined them before wiping the lens with the fabric of his school uniform. it looked like a cozy surrounding to hold a study group session in the school library. he appeared like a bold silhouette, while the other figures around him seemed not less than dark blobs with limbs. after a while, i asked

"so.. you're short-sighted, eh? or long-sighted?"

he stopped wiping the lens to cast a look at me. "short-sighted" he replied shortly. he examined the glasses again, carefully this time, dramatically with one eye closed. i held a laughter back at that.

"so.." i looked around for a moment then pointed subtly to a random empty table across the room. "there. you can barely see that far?"

he did not even look where i pointed, instead looking straight into my eyes. "i do. it just appears blurry."

"oh." came my reply. i immediately thought of something. "the other day, you spotted me right away when i turned the corner into the hallway. i doubt you had your glasses on."

his eyebrows arched a little, as if trying to remember the moment. then slowly, his face broke out into a grin. oh god, i thought. if only i could freeze this moment being held captive by those eyes of the finest work of art, i would trade anything with the world.

"you? oh god." i was brought back into the reality, now fully noticing his cheeks reddening. "you're special. as to put it, i always see you. as if i can sense, oh this is absurd" he averted his gaze for a moment then looked back at me, his pupils dilating "it's like i can sense your presence." then a chuckle erupted from his permanent grin, his body thrown to the side as it did. i had to flinch a little as our cheeks nearly touched.

"i have a feeling that you may be liking me." the words slipped out from my mouth before i could stop them. i regretted for a moment, but his reply took me by surprise. in between the rush of adrenaline in my body and blood draining from my face, i made out his words just clear.

"of course i do. i'd be damned not to."

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i don't always remember my dreams, but when i do, i turn them into story excerpts :) so yeah afterwards everything was gone.