He looks at me, deep hazel eyes locking with mine for a moment. Something deep inside clicks and my heart flutters. I know I shouldn't like him, but I do. Something feels right about him, like I should know him from somewhere. He walks away, surrounded by other boys, joking with his friends. I watch him leave, secretly praying that he will look back and wave. At me. That he will come and talk, laugh, smile, joke. That I will finally get to know this mysterious character. I never did.
Inspired by a book I read. (I can't remember the name!)
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