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I wonder if he'd ever felt loney?
The thought never occurred to me.
Was that why I felt a little bad for him?
Watching him, I concluded that he probably enjoyed the solitude. He sat there eyes closed resting, relaxed.
He looked so peaceful, Why do I have cruel friends. Not to mention I was frankly a little scared of him.
All the rumours of him, the reason he moved here in the first place.
It looked like his was sleeping. The guilt of waking him would settle later on. Taking the packet of chewing gum from my pocket and placing one in my mouth.
I inhaling deeply, calming my nerves. I began walking until I reached his table.
Approaching him with caution, he became tense, sensing my precesnce, that peaceful state was disrupted almost immediately.
He picked up his head and looked at me, I studied his eyes a mixture of green and blue, caged by long eyelashes before letting my eyes roam the rest of his feature other than, those piercing eyes. A long, broad nose leading down to soft, pink lips that trailed down to a soft rounded jawline.
My eyes went up to his hair, a swirl of chocolate brown waves swept forward, the sides and back cut short.
Never being in close proximity with him before, I could see the faint freckles that danced from under one eye to the next, framing his fair face.
I wanted to touch it.
He just sat there staring almost like it was into my soul.
I sat down beside him and he turned all attention was on me, he sat up straighter but his posture was ridged and stiff.
Turning my body towards him, while simultaneously placing my hands on each side of his face. I proceeded to pull his face towards me, slowly closing my eyes.
Until our lips touched.
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