"Are you.. Interested in him?"
A sigh escaped her lips as she looked over to the quiet boy standing next to her. Book in hand. He always has a book in hand. His chestnut hair floating slightly above his eyes. His eyes. Dark as night.
"And if I am?" She was slim girl, with light colored hair and bangs. With her winged eyeliner and stylish clothing she looked quite photogenic. But no one other that the quiet boy noticed.
"I don't think he knows that." He was looking in a far off direction. When she looked at him, he felt her eyes on him. He couldn't help but feel something. "And even if he did, he wouldn't act on it."
"How would you know that?"
"I just do." He turned to her direction. And took her hands in his. "Trust me. You can do that, right?"
She let go let out a shaky breath and walked away.
She left the chestnut haired boy all alone, all over again.
She didn't return for a long time afterwards. She was all caught up in the labyrinth. The labyrinth of love.
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Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
