Upon making eye contact, I instantly turned my gaze back to my book.
My hand moved to slowly close my sketchbook and I went back to studying.
You sighed.
Then I heard you walk away.
They probably sent you to spy on me.
But, for some unfamiliar reason, couldn't believe that thought for a second.
Maybe I was still just confused about how I was feeling.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
