colbys pov
it seems like today was backwards.
he was staring at me, not the other way around. my feet loved being looked at, though. at least, i hope they did. because thats all i looked at.
the day has been pretty slow. watching the clock is my new hobby. ive been able to notice things better, filling up my headspace. but those thoughts faded away while the blondie replaced them.
walking out the large, metal school doors (alone, like always,) the blondie tapped on my shoulder, causing me to stop and turn around.
"hey, are you alright? you weren't really talkative after our... exchange in the halls today. im so sorry, by the way. i'm sam," he said in a beautiful, soft sing-song voice.
"y-yeah i'm alright," my voice cooed softly, yet it came out strained and frail, burning my throat as if i had been screaming all day. "'m colby."
i started blushing. i had turned around the way i was facing, looked down and started walking away. he stayed by my side, though, prancing softly next to me.
im not dead. i promise! im sick (again) and i had a couple of surgeries and im going into another one in a few weeks. im okay though, don't worry! just a bit pre occupied atm. thanks for understanding and being so patient with me.
