We met in the canteen. On the 15th of September 2017.
I was 13. You were 15.
I had a hard time that day being the new girl. I didn't get along with the girls in my class and spent lunch in the toilet, eavesdropping on the gossip available that day.
I waited for everyone to get out of the class after the bell before I headed to the canteen. I was reaching for my favourite strawberry milk from the cooler fridge when your hand shot behind me and grabbed the last carton of chocolate milk.
You grinned at me and said, "Sorry, I couldn't risk you taking the last one."
I stared open-mouthed at you.
You thought I was offended and tentatively held out your arm. "Here. You can take it. Sorry."
I was still open-mouthed. I wasn't offended. I was mesmerized. You had the greenest eyes I had ever seen. They were dark and melting and I could have gotten lost in them forever - tangled in that deep forest.
Little did I know, I would get tangled and one of your branches would suffocate me.
