einsteinium; girl

classmate

once i had a strange classmate
who would never talk to anyone.

she simply sat down at her desk
and jotted down messages on a scrawny
sheet of paper and
she would place them in her desk
with a smile.

that smile was genuine;
filled with purity and genuine happiness;
the kind of smile that was as rare
as finding a diamond ring on the ground.

one day she stopped writing letters
and she stopped going to school.
why did she stop?

there was a vase of flowers on her desk
and there were students that cried.

on the last day of school,
i visited her desk and look inside it.
the papers were still there.

with the crackling noise of antique-like papers,
i opened and read all of those papers.
a dewdrop of a peony trickled down my cheek and dyed the paper.

;let's one day meet at the rooftop of the building, okay?
sure.
;let's look at the crimson sky together, okay?
sure.
;let's fall plunge towards the ground like divers, okay?
why plunge?
;
;
;we'll meet each other down there and we'll be together forever, won't we?
;that'll be fun, won't it?
yeah, it'll be fun.

A/N;
- first story! thank you so much for taking the time to read this! my writing style may seem a bit all over the place and my writing isn't aesthetic at all like all of the other poets on wattpad whoops ('°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
even so, i hope that you will be looking forward to a couple of the extra chapters!
until then, bye bye! ♡
- shidare