the boy with the chestnut curls 》h.s

II - knocked down

Chapter 2;

Knocked down 

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-February 15th-

There is a boy.

I took an enthralled observance of him, acknowledging his dancing features that would soon begin to gradually change as each day had started passing before us. 

On this particular day, a day in February, his face displayed a smile that gleamed as brilliant as the sun, as ample as the seven sea's; yet, somehow it was different from his typical smiles this time.

It almost as if that beaming grin had not fully arrived at his eyes. Like his emerald eyes were masking something that was awaiting to be discovered, yet no one had taken the opportunity and chance to uncover it just yet. When he would smile before, he allowed his heart to smile with him; this time, nothing had reached his hollowed smile .

When he's hanging around with his friends, I got this feeling that he was not quite invested in their conversation at all. By the way his actions and body language were, I could tell in all obviousness that he would just pretend to listen to his friends words; but then his eyes would start to daze off into a world of his own almost. Like he wanted to be anywhere but the place where he was really at.

He would occasionally laugh once in a whole at the jokes given out by his mates, but his laugh always seemed to linger on just a little bit too long. It was a nervous, unsure type of laughter that was questionably saddening.

His smile would fade like that of a radiating candle slowly extinguishing. He looked bored and unamused. He looked almost...unhappy. Unhappiness was the trait in which this boy would have never been described towards; not until now. 

He displayed a behavior that made him seem as though he wasn't content with anything at all. Like nothing was satisfying or appealing to him like they had been a while ago.

He would always confine into that spiral notebook of his in which he would always end up carrying along with him throughout the entire school day. Every class spent with him, we had three classes together, would consist of his eyes lingering on the words that he had written down, tracing each sentence over with a look of sadness and loneliness.

His style seemed to change a lot along with his emotions also. It looked like he didn't even have the energy to actually try to go for his his normal fashion style anymore.  

He wore very tight, long sleeved shirts, showing off his very thin, yet muscular figure and arms. It was very peculiar to me. He never used to wear long sleeved shirts before. Why all of a sudden would he wear them every single day now? It left me utterly baffled seeing him wearing long sleeves when it's so hot outside and since it is almost march too. I just didn't understand at all. 

His chestnut curls laid lazily on his head, like he didn't want to do or try anything with his hair at all. It looked like he just got out of bed and decided to not just do anything with it. Yet he still looked ever so perfect nonetheless to me. He still looks just as perfect as he did when I first met him; He'll always look perfect in my eyes. 

He wouldn't eat in the lunch room like everyone else did. In fact, I noticed that he wouldn't eat at all during the school day. It left me to wonder if he ate outside of school or if he remained starved throughout the entire day. I had also taken into consideration his tremendous weight loss in the couple of weeks. Day by day, he would look thinner and thinner- It looked like it was almost unhealthy. Was he sick? Did he come down with something?

He would always hide in the library or outside on the bleachers, whether it be to read or to write or to even just daydream, everyday he stay locked away from all socialization to escape reality for a little while.

He stopped attending big social events. Never going to a football game, or to a party, and even quitting his favorite after school clubs which consisted of acting and debate. I was so confused. It's like the old, outgoing boy was replaced with a shy and introverted person who didn't know what the feeling of happiness was. I was dumbfounded as to why that was.

Even with all of this happening to him, I still got the feeling that he was looking at me from across the room during the class period. The feeling of being gazed upon only increased with time. And in all honestly, it released an envelop of butterflies in my chest just thinking about him staring at, or perhaps admiring me. But I could never truly determine whether or not he was looking at me because he would always hastily glance away when I looked in his viewed direction. It always made me sigh out of frustration and disappointment.

Sometimes when I look at him, I swear I can see his eyes becoming polished, as though streams of tears were threatening to release at any given second, and then his face would just drop to his desk in the middle of class. I shook the thought away though, not wanting to accept the assumption that he could be this sad. It sent a coursing sensation throughout my body that left me feeling like my bones were aching and set on fire, left to burn. Just thinking that he was so unhappy made me feel a sting of unwanted sadness. 

His popularity seemed to decrease as his mood did too. He was losing friends like he was losing his weight; more and more, day by day. I could see that it was making his sense of spirit decline even more. Whenever i saw him, he looked so incredibly lonely. He looked abandoned and deceived. All of the friends that promised to be there till the end with him, just left him in his most desperate times of need. His trust was broken, and it would never be mended again. His trust was like that of a piece of paper that had been crumbled and tattered. No matter how hard you try, you can never successfully make that little piece of paper precise and perfect again. 

His trust for people will never be the same again. He will remain a book that has yet to be opened by anyone because it has no desire to be read. 

All of this destruction that was happening to him wasn't just tearing him apart - It was also tearing me apart too.

And even though he had no idea who I was;

I still loved him.

I loved him very so.

-e.m

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A/N

This chapter sucks and is ugh. But ehhh, I'm tired so whatever 

Anyways, 

You guys are the bomb.com; not literally bombs because that's dangerous cx 

but you're all gr8♡

-Sammy