a second just before sebastian appeared in front of me, my body had decided to cooperate and act like i wasn't a crazy lunatic.
"hey."
i blinked as a lopsided smile showed on his face. this was a dream, i had desperately wanted to convince myself. everything just felt so surreal, even my own body.
i couldn't believe this. sebastian had always preferred to talk to me at the gym or at the back of the building or anywhere with less people. it was rare seeing him in front of me, in the middle of the hallway, with hundreds of students swarming around.
i breathed. "hi."
he laughed softly. i laughed softlier. and then the next moment, i just found ourselves laughing to the smallest of things that i had even dared to touch a stray of hair on his forehead to which he only laughed and pulled it back.
suddenly, we were in a different world. it's all too much i can't even begin to believe it.
"you look beautiful."
i stopped laughing when i heard it. my eyes met his and at that moment, i swore i saw a whole new world beneath his blue irises.
he called me beautiful.
it wasn't bedazzling. it wasn't pulchritudinous. it wasn't any of his funny, intellectual words from time immemorial. it was simply beautiful.
yet it was the greatest thing i have ever heard.
i smiled softly. "thanks, sebastian."
YOU ARE READING
Glass Bridge
Short Story"i can only stare at you and think of broken dreams and shattered hearts." ▪ in which a girl tells the world of a love that is forlorn.
