Fly Me To The moon 🌙

Story Extract :
"No don't look at him, don't you freaking dare" how badly i wished that my eyes would obey me at that moment , but no my whole body even my rationalism turns against me when it comes to him.

It's always been him, be it the day one of knowing about his existence or the present him . He was and has always been the source of my messed head and the heart that only knows to beat for him all these years.

As my eyes drifted towards his figure who was immersed in his own world reading his favorite book once again ( i lost the count) and underlining the same sentences over and over again despite being deeply engraved into his mind. His little gestures like scrunching up his nose whenever the characters annoyed him , enlarging his eyes when the story took an interesting turn and so on all of them were captured by my eyes adorned with -2.75 powered glasses.

Just to understand him and his world ,his love towards the novels, books slowly became mine and unknowingly from his gestures to his favourite band, brand and so many other things..

'Ahhh those Stupid things we do for love'.

Retracting my eyes after the staring session for few minutes to not make myself obvious , I once again drift towards my imagination ; my alternate world where all my dreams , my deepest desires are my reality. Imagining all those things ,my head felt heavy and as I was about to fall asleep and have a beautiful dream , loud synchronized noise of "Good morning teacher" forcibly pulled me out of my heaven and slammed me back to hell where the only thing that's keeping me sane is his presence.

Not even god can understand my love and hate relationship with the school .

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This my original work not copied or translated from anywhere.

-Blackhrt__