from me. [unrequited part 1]

3.

dear quinten,

on friday.

i saw you again. but not in school this time, you were at mcdonalds. sitting in a booth beside the window, whilst bringing fries up to your mouth.

don't worry, i didn't follow you.

it was coincidental. i came from school (since mr. robinsons couldn't manage a seminar from the principle and had to assign me instead).

my lips curled when i saw the sight of you. my eyes roaming to your tousled black hair & down to the tips of your grey hoodie, your jaw clenching up & down with each bite. thoughts ran through my mind of a scenario of what should i do next. do i need a mcflurry? do i want to have a cheeseburger so you could notice me properly?

i didn't go in though.

i didn't have that will power as I wanted to.

so i left my spot & kept on walking away.

i don't regret it though.