The Remembrance of You *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1

When the eyes of a tall, curly-headed boy meet mine, everything in me feels frozen. It somehow feels like this boy and I are the only two people in the busy crowded hallway of Boston University. It feels like time has stopped. It feel like our heart are already connected, even if it was so entirely impossible. The entire situation just feels so strange, but so right. I feel myself smile though and my heart jumps when I see him smile back, the corners of his lips turning up softly. And that's how it begins.

"Nini babe, you have to snap out of it girl. We've gotta get this physiology project done." My best friend shakes my arm and I look up at her. "Sorry Kourt! I don't know, I just feel super out of it today." I laugh and she nods. "You don't have to tell me twice. Ever since you spaced out in the hallway this morning you've been all..." she searches for the word. "Spaced?" I ask humorously and she laughs. "Exactly." I nod and give her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I just must be really damn tired. I can't focus at all." I admit and she looks down at her textbook. "Look we're almost done anyway, why don't you head back to your dorm? Get some rest? It's the weekend before our holiday break and you'll need all the energy you can get to spend Thanksgiving with you folks." I grin and look around the dull, but illuminated library. "Well you too babe. I think we should just call it a day. I think we're the only ones getting a head start on our work before the week-long break." She shrugs and gives me a wink. "And that's why we're straight A students." She closes her textbook and begins shoving her notebooks away. "But honestly, go get rest girl. When you can't focus, now that's a bad thing." I smile gratefully and zip up my backpack. "I'm eternally indebted to you." She grins and blows me a kiss. "Excellent to know Nins."

I was telling Kourtney most of the truth. I couldn't focus on my studies. But it wasn't because I was tired, far from it actually. Instead, it was the piercing eyes of the boy from this morning having me distracted, completely consuming my thoughts and my mind. He was beautiful. Sculpted almost inhumanely, tall and sharp but his smile soft and gentle. His eyes had been so bright, and the way they found mine in the crowd of students had been so deliberate, so calculated. The feeling of knowing him, feeling connected to him, it was all so overwhelming yet so perfect, so incredible. And I wanted more. I wanted to get to know him, to find out what was behind that strong stature and pair of sharp eyes. I just had to find him again, and it seemed nearly damn impossible knowing I've been at Boston university for two years now and have never once seen him. I contemplate this, and revel in the disappointment of my thoughts until I smack into something hard, someone hard, and most specifically someone's hard chest. I rush to string together an apology but I look up before I do. And those eyes meet mine again.