Shy (Hunter Hayes)
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I couldn't stop staring at the new guy sitting in the back of the room. He seemed mysterious, almost like he was hiding something.
His ice-blue eyes met mine for several seconds before I worked up the courage to smile. The corners of his mouth twitched before curving downward into a frown. It wasn't an angry frown, but more of a sad frown. His eyes turned into curious eyes piercing mine. Our staring didn't break until the teacher's startling voice rang out through the classroom. With this, he returned his gaze back to the window he was staring at before he noticed me. He was fixated on the gloomy raindrops that were steadily falling. Lost in his own world, in his own dark mind.
WARNING: Some themes of this story deal with self harm and suicide.
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