third person pov.
y/n was wondering the streets, walking up and down the roads. she would usually walk to calm herself down. the quietness and birds chirping in the early morning dew always helped her relax. something about hearing birds singing while also listening to music was soothing. she has been having problems at home recently and walking was like a get away. it's like her happy place. she's alone, quiet, and can keep to herself while calming down. but while always walking on her rough days, she would come across a boy. she never knew his name. she wasn't the talkative type and extremely shy. she would look away usually when she saw this very attractive boy come across her every morning. she was fond over him. the biggest smile grew upon her lips when she saw him. it was the feeling of adrenaline and happiness. even though she never spoke to him, she had the biggest crush. ever since freshman year of high school, she had been coming across him every morning. it is now senior year for both of them and she has no idea what he's going to be doing with his life. will he leave? go for college? the thought of it made her spiral in sadness. she never had an emotional connection with him. but she felt so drawn to him. the thought of him leaving would tear her apart. never seeing him again, probably forgetting all about her. but little did she know, this boy felt the same exact way. every morning, he would see her out of his window, looking at her walk foot by foot, tapping her fingers to her music. he was so struck by her. he needed to find out who she was. he was very nervous and scared. he started walking every morning to see her. he thought she would start to talk. but, she never did. while she walked past him in the early morning, days that looked like night time, he would hold his hands 'til they became clammy. he would look down in embarrassment. scared for what might happen. but just like every time, nothing would happen. they would just walk past each other like complete strangers. he wanted so much more with her. he felt so hooked to her, like it was his soulmate. he was so obsessed with the thought of him being hers, and spending their lives together. he had an image that one day they would be married and living together forever. just the thought of this image would make a grin creep onto his lips, he would get red, like roses starting to bloom during the early spring time. the feeling of butterflies flew into his stomach. the nausea in his stomach would not make him sick, but make him delighted. the satisfaction he would get by feeling butterflies, the pain in his stomach, would be enough to make the worst day, feel like the best day. he was madly in love with her. she was madly in love with him. but only if they knew how each other felt.
a/n: hi y'all. i tried something new out. i added more words HAHA. i'm not really good at it but pls let me know if i should write things like this more often! ty all for over 12k reads. it's very much appreciated.
