I felt like everyone was watching me as I walked toward him. But that was silly because no one really was. No one knew my intent. Well, except for Fiora.
The closer I got to him, the more I felt like running away.
Run away.
No.
This is stupid.
I shouldn't be this anxious.
He's just a guy.
This shouldn't be so dramatic.
We're not in a drama.
Thinking like that won't help.
Stop thinking so much already!
I stood beside him. He was immersed in his book, oblivious to me.
He smelled like soil and plants. Maybe he had a hobby for gardening?
Clearing my throat, I said, "Um, excuse me, sir..."
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Short StoryA story of one sided love and missed opportunities... --- 7/23/21: REPUBLISHED/REVISED :)