looking from afar is always nice.
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I can't do it.
talking to new people?
hard enough already.
talking to that boy?
even harder.
I closed my eyes tightly, my palms sweating profusely just thinking about trying to talk to him.
he looked at me as I passed him.
I was too nervous to even look at him.
this is stupid.
how can I not look at him?
it's just a little glance.
it's also just a little conversation.
"hey!"
I turned back.
it was that boy.
he smiled at me, eyes closing just slightly.
the corners of my lips lifted.
maybe looking back wasn't that bad.
YOU ARE READING
that boy; short story
Short Story"that boy I saw was cute." "you think I could talk to him?" >dirtylavndry<
