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Crush

Head resting on the palm of his hand, his jaw clenches as he focuses hard on the piece of paper in front of him.

I couldn't tear my eyes from this beautiful masterpiece. Every now and then, he lifts his eyes from the book, looking around, unknowingly making my heart beats faster.

But those emerald eyes never meet mine and the familiar feeling of disappointment settles in the pit of my stomach.

(70 words)