𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 || 𝕟. 𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕚

~ 𝕪 𝕠 𝕦 ~

You shared a class: English Literature. 

He was assigned the desk smack dab in the middle of the class. 

Center seat of the center row.

You watched him sit there uncomfortably.

Tall, skinny, hunched over. Picking at his fingers as he stared blankly at the chalkboard.

His spine poked through the thin fabric of his windbreaker.

You could probably count his vertabrae one by one, if you tried.

If you wanted to.

You didnt.

You watched him again when school was over.

Watched him bike down the street on his rickety old bicycle.

Still tall. Still skinny. Still hunched over.

And you watched as he turned, looked over his shoulder, and caught your eye. 

He waved at you, and his face broke into a beautiful, beautiful smile.

And you blushed a dark red, but he just laughed and continued biking away.

Did you remember if you waved back?

You couldn't remember.