A/N: This is my third short story I've ever written. I don't really know how good it is but it's a really random idea of mine. I hope you enjoy it!
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I walk up and down the halls, class to class, during the eight hours of school.
You do the same.
There are those six minutes between those classes that I see you, but never talk to you.
I don’t even know if you see me.
I talk to my friends, secretly looking in the corner of my eye to see if you’re looking my way.
Will you ever look back?
I told one of my friends my secret about you.
They laughed.
Then they left.
You stay the same: A mystery to me. I hope you will be able to reveal yourself to me sometime.
I question myself. It is so weird to look to you as I do. It isn’t normal.
Yet I can’t stop glancing over my shoulder to you when you pass me in the hallway or when you laugh in the classroom over a joke. The smile that always comes to my face when you cheer with all the other students could not be controlled. The sparkles in your eyes when emotion shows brightly through them makes no one want to hurt you.
I don’t want to hurt you. I keep hidden.
Then one day you come up to me. You smile at me, your eyes showing the emotion they always did. I could never pinpoint what exact emotions that were dancing in those spheres. You wrap your arms around me, whispering in my ear words of encouragement. You tell me to not be afraid to express myself.
I am confused. You do not know me. I am a complete stranger to you and yet you whisper these words in my ear. I question you.
You explain to me that you’ve seen me throughout the day. You glance at me, wondering if I would glance back. You saw a lack of confidence in me. You saw struggle and shame. You always wanted to comfort me, but never had your own courage. You talked to others and they laughed at you.
You made a decision. You said something told you to do what you feel you needed to. So you came up to me and comforted me, which in turn let you feel pressure taken off your shoulders.
I struggle with myself, feeling tightness in my chest. I whisper words of thanks over and over again, feeling silent tears slid down my face. I felt embarrassed but it was okay.
We meet each other.
We enter the other’s life.
Our relationship grew and is given no name.
We are just You and I.










