It was freshman year, it was a long since we spoke. Like six years ago.
I held my books close to me as I walked down the hallway to my history class.
I saw the 'cool kids' coming my way.
They yanked my books off my arms, on the floor and left, laughing as they turned a corner.
I pushed my glasses back up the bridge of my nose and saw you jogging my way.
You took the books off the floor and handed them to me, giving me a small smile.
I took them from your hands as I felt your touch and I smiled back.
I walked to my history class as you walked the other way.
I looked back and saw you looking back at me. We both smiled and I went in the class, flushed as I bit my bottom lip trying hard not to smile.
But failed.
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RomanceColors are seen everywhere. We live for color. The beauty of color, we have seen and became amazed by the exquisite details before us. Colors can describe anything or anyone. The moments you have, there will always be a color. #shortstory_1 ↫↬↫↬↫↬...