𝟎𝟏 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

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But he didn't say anything either.

He quietly rubbed his eyes.

And went back to sleep?

She blinked a bit.

Did he really not care if she was there?

It was a new reaction to her.

And she felt,

Relaxed?

She slowly leaned down and picked up her bag.

She didn't have anywhere else to go.

The rooftop was a pretty popular spot to eat.

And probably had a few kids already there.

But here..

It's just him.

She accepted the fact that it was only one boy, and he's probably gonna be sleeping the whole time anyway.

She took a deep breath and walked her way up the stairs.

And quietly sat beside his sleeping form.

She took one last glance at him.

His ginger hair flowing in the wind.

His almost peach colored sweatshirt over his white uniform tee.

And the guitar case he clung to, almost desperately.

The sight of the guitar case sending a slight shiver up her spine.

Bringing back dead memories she wished to forget.


She put the plastic wrappers back into her store bag.

And the empty cans of fizzy drinks as well.

The bell rung.

Echoing in her ears.

She started to gather her things, but the once sleeping form started to awaken again.

She watched him slide up.

Rub his eyes.

Grab his case and start to head slowly to the door.

Before exiting, he turns on his heels.

Making eye contact again.

"Thanks for your company. It was nice"

He mumbles and leaves quickly.

If almost impossible Hana felt a warm feeling caress her cheek.

"I-it was nice?"

She repeats.

She pushed the last desk to the back of the class.

Dusting her hands off.

𝔾𝕀𝕍𝔼ℕ (𝔸𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪) DISCONTINUEDWhere stories live. Discover now