Are We Soo Young For This?

Unrequited Love...Or is it?

Sooyoung POV:

Another morning it was. Another dreadful morning I woke up, empty handed. What I wished to hold was never there. The arms I wish to intertwine with mine are never there. Another morning I get to sulk over, reminding myself of the love I hold alone, to share with nobody but my miserable self. I pick myself up off of the bed, throw my hair into a bun and slip into the bathroom. I begin my daily routine, hoping to look prettier each day so she'd try laying her eyes on me. But each day it had been a futile attempt. We were just friends and it would stay that way. I could only ever watch from afar. Besides, I'm sure the girl she's always with has something for her too. Well, the name of this girl. The girl I'm so seemingly infatuated with. Her name is Zainab. I met her not too long ago but she had me hooked within our first meeting. Her gentle way of talking. The way she stumbled over what to say. The way she laughed. Oh my, she's the prettiest I've ever seen and her eyes! Oh, her eye-

'SOOYOUNG, GET YOUR BACKSIDE DOWN HERE!'

And there goes Mother, mad at me again for waking up 2 minutes late. I'll be dead before I get to see Zainab's face again. I wouldn't mind it being the last thing I saw though.

I heard the ding of my phone and opened it up. I stared for a good 5 minutes before actually replying. God, I do this all of the time. It's not like she's physically there but just her text makes me lose my mind.

*TEXT*

Zainab.lolx: Sooyoung, im outside wya?

Sooyoung.luhx: I'll be out in 5, alr?<3

Zainab.lolx: Idm, im waiting lol<3

I closed up my phone and made my way downstairs, grabbed some toast and left the house, kissing my Mother goodbye.

Fuuuuuuck. There she was, man. In all her glory. Hair out, glasses on, phone in hand, God, her hands. They were veiny, the perfect type. Her hair was a soft brown, matching her eyes. I skipped towards her, hoping to enjoy the quick few minutes I could have with her before, well, before Javaria came..