I was stood in my usual corner towards the side of the lockers when I noticed you.
We both made eye contact.
I involuntarily smiled without me noticing.
You were taken aback too.
They tapped your shoulder but you didn't take a single glance back to them.
The glare you sent me was enough.
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Pistanthrophobia
Storie d'amore(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
