Her smile had dulled over the past term. When he first met her, while he could tell it was fake, it still held an abnormal amount of light. But as of late, even when it was a genuine smile of her's, it wasn't nearly half as warm as it used to be. He contemplated this as the bell came closer and closer, thinking about how he'd confront the dark-haired female. As the two headed to their next class, James pulled her aside, knowing that their teacher wouldn't mind if the two were a tad late. "James, are you okay?" Ashley asked, pulling the brunette from his thoughts, her blue eyes holding concern that he found it difficult to identify as genuine or fake. After a beat of silence, he spoke. "Why," he started, finding the words stuck in his throat. With a tilt of her head and an encouraging hand moving to his shoulder, he found the strength to continue. "Why are you so far away?" his hand wondering to grip the one on his shoulder. This statement confused the girl. "What do you mean?" she laughed, thinking the question was a touch odd. "I'm right here." she went to take her hand away only to be brought into a tender embrace. "I meant emotionally." he whispered, leaning his head down onto her shoulder and rubbing circles on her back. She hesitated for a few seconds before hugging back. The feeling of warm arms around her frame had become somewhat alien to her. As tears pricked her eyes, she pulled him closer and buried her face into his uniform to fully experience the much-missed warmth.
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Random Writing that I did when I was bored
Random- Welcome - This is a 'little' collection of writings I've done. These include Writing warm-ups, experimenting with character dynamics, one-off ideas and bits and pieces of work-in-progresses that I've taken out for whatever reason. If by some off...
