he was quiet but would say a few words here and there. i wasn't the type to initiate a conversation, i preferred someone else starting it. he probably would describe me as awkward now.
i wonder why he didn't say much. did he not want to see me again? i didn't know what to ask him or how. i was scared. scared that everything would repeat like last time. i want everything to change us.
YOU ARE READING
to him.
أدب الهواةthe way his smile was shaped, was perfect. i knew i wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it later. ~ lowercase intended ~ short chapters/story ~ completed
