it was a somewhat gloomy day and the clouds started to cover the blue sky entirely. i finished school earlier than usual hence why i was cycling with my lips resting in a slight smile. i was mouthing along with the music blasting through my earphones and was tapping my index finger against my leg, along to the beat. but when i noticed a curly-haired boy approaching, my finger stopped mid-air.
grey sweater, wild hair, pale skin - you were approaching me. funnily enough on exactly the same road we crossed paths two times earlier as well. the grey sweater hanging on your slender frame reminded me of the very first time i saw you. everything was perfect; there was no one near so i could've talked to you.
i could've talked to you. that is, if i had the courage to do it. as you may guess, i did not talk to you. a slight grin was all i managed to send you. i'm sorry.
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for the guy with the grey sweater
Short Storyfor the guy i see every so often but i'm too shy to talk to
