the rest of the day, i kept contemplating whether to go back to the skate park or not. my friends started to encourage me, but my thoughts were still a mess - two camps fighting with each other. eventually, realizing i had absolutely nothing to lose, one of my friends and i nonchalantly cycled past the skate park. it was around dinner time so not many people were left from the large crowd that occupied the park earlier. but you were there. and so was my friends' half brother. they exchanged hello's and you and i kept staring at each other, our eyes staying locked on each others' the entire time, my heart nearly beating out my chest.
funnily enough, you were wearing the grey sweater.
YOU ARE READING
for the guy with the grey sweater
Short Storyfor the guy i see every so often but i'm too shy to talk to
