His eyes were deep, cold and uninviting. He sat there just with a blank expression, but his eyes said it all. He was the type that was hard to figure out; he blocked everyone from seeing him. He didn’t want anyone to get to him…especially her.
She was a sensitive soul. You could tell when she was in pain, when she’s sad, and when she’s happy He read her well. She was so soft and small. She loved to dream. Her dreams led her on to believe.
She wanted him, she believed in him. He didn’t want to want her, well he did, but he didn’t want to show it; he couldn’t. He knew if he showed her his real feelings so many things would change, and it was too much for him.
He always thought of her. When he saw her in class or passing her, he always had her in his mind.
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