When you're in pain, you sometimes forget that there are still people out these, who see your existence as a blessing. When we take a wrong step, we don't even realize the impact we cause. The pain we let them feel.
If only they realized it too.
A smile crept onto her face as she waved goodbye to her mother while she walked into the building. She watched her mother drive by and the same smile was now slowly starting to to fade away.
Clutching onto her books, her anxiety slightly increasing. Another day.
“Hi,” a redhead walked over to her waving slightly.
“Hi,” she smiled back.
“I kind of wanted to ask you something,” the redhead smiled rather sheepishly. She waited for her to continue. “I kind of wanted to ask if you made math homework? You know he is,” she referred to their teacher.
“Yeah, I did make it.”
“Oh thank God! Can I borrow it? I'll give it back as soon as I'm done! I promise.” the girl smiled happily.
A small smile lingered over her lips and she fished the paper out of her bag. She handed it over to the redhead and she then walked off to the library. She placed her bag on the table and walked to the bookshelves to find herself a book that she could lend. Once one was found, she took her card and walked over to the teacher behind the desk. She handed over her card and as the teacher got busy taking care of everything, she felt herself dazing off.
This was her life.
Just and endless black put of pain and misery. Like every other person, she wanted all of it to end, but of course, that wouldn't happen. Her entire lifetime would pass away in studying and just trying to fit in and be good enough.
Would anything ever be good enough?
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He rushed to the library, holding onto the pile of books in his hands, hoping that they wouldn't fall down in the process. As he opened the door and walked inside, he felt everyone's eyes on him. Not everyone would expect to see someone running into the library like chicken without a head along with a pile of books in their hands, right?
He placed the books on the table carefully and started arranging the books on the bookshelves. While he was at it, his gaze dropped on her.
The girl he liked. Perhaps even loved.
But she never liked him. She was beautiful, amazing in every way. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders beautifully and her beautiful brown eyes calmed his soul. He didn't mind that she didn't like him. Even if he had to remain alone forever, knowing that he ever got to see her and be with her in the same place or even got to hear her voice made everything better.
He was just a normal guy, buried within his books 24/7, never getting the chance to even communicate with anyone. How would any girl ever even like him?
He stared at her, smiling to himself as she read her book silently, without even moving. How could anyone just be so beautiful?
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Her heart started beating faster and she felt nervous under his gaze. She felt him looking her way, but was scared to look up. She knew that she was the last thing he was looking at. He was probably looking at someone behind her, but even the thought of having eye contact with him made her blush.
He wasn't the best looking person, but to her, he was. And she would wish that she could gather the courage to man up and talk to him. Leaving notes in these books wasn't exactly helping since he never seemed to find them.
He was too good for her anyways.
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The next day he sat in the library finishing his homework. The library was completely empty with him being the only one sitting in the front. He was used to this. The silence surrounding him was nothing new.
As he picked up the book in front of him, a pink note fell from it. Frowning, he put the book back down and unfolded the piece of paper. In neat handwriting he realized that it was a note, something he shouldn't read, buy did anyway.
Dane Sawyer,
His eyes grew wide when he read his own name on the paper. Who would be writing a note for him?
This is the last note I'm writing for you, since I even doubt you see them. I'll just go ahead and summarize what I wrote in the previous note in the hope that you at least see this. Long story short, I like you and I've been crushing so hard on you for a while now. I love how you're always in the library, either reading or looking at me. I honestly don't think you like me, but it's worth a try.
Sincerely, Lainey Jack. The girl who comes to the library only to see you.
His jaw dropped and he couldn't believe what he just read. The girl who always made his heart beat like a drum, admitted that she liked him too. Happiness erupted within him and he felt like jumping ten feet in the air. Now he just had to wait for her to walk in the library and he would finally tell her that he loved her.
The sudden sound of keys and footsteps made him look up and he noticed the teacher rushing in. She looked at him as she closed her books and quickly rearranged everything.
“I'm going to have to close the library for a short while. I suggest you go to the Hall quick. The principal wants everyone there,” she nodded at him, making him frown.
“But why?” he asked.
The teacher released a heavy sigh, “Concerning the girl who committed suicide last night.”
“Suicide? Why?” he gaped. “And who was she?”
“We don't know yet. The principal might reveal that in a few,” she nodded, answering his first question. “And she came here often. I think her name was Lainey.”
His heart sunk to his stomach, “L-Lainey?” he stuttered.
The teacher nodded, “Yes, that was her name. Lainey Jack.”
He felt the floor sway from underneath his feet and tears filled his eyes. All his hopes and dreams collided in just the snap of a finger.
