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This is just a drabble I thought about just now. Excuse the stupidity of this oneshot and go read ahead. You never know – you might actually think it’s nice. : Here comes the shot oneshot.
The scent of his perfume catches you off guard and you blink; your heart racing in this ridiculously fast rate. This wasn’t the time for stupid moments like these… but it is happening. And somehow, you don’t care it is.
You see him walking towards you and you put on a straight face. You ignore him. Well, not really. You’re just trying hard not to breathe.
He sees you. You can tell. By the way he was holding himself like that – you knew he wasn’t surprised to see you there. Much like how you weren’t surprised to see him see you.
He walks by in front of you. And you try not to think if what he had just done were deliberate or not. You swallow whatever it was you think was stuck in your throat and try to breathe normally. But instead you only whisper his name (only very silently) and you desperately wish he didn’t hear you say it.
But he does. You know he heard you. Heard you say his name. So he turns around and looks at you… taking a small step to where you were.
That was all he needed. The sound of his name being called… the only thing he needed to say something to you too.
“Hey.” He offers you that smile you hate and love so much at the same time.
“Hey yourself.” You smile as well.
You stare at each other for a second or maybe two. And it’s all so arresting for you. It was almost like studying something exquisite in front of you – the type of thing you can only look but not touch.
He breaks the trance by holding out his hand for yours and you touch his. But only slightly – as if it were something the two of you shouldn’t be doing.
You both smile slightly. Like this was just a figment of your imagination. Like this connection wasn’t anything new.
“It’s great to see you.” He looks down at his hand so close to yours. You barely heard him.
“Yeah… you too.” You’re looking at your hands too.
With only a thoughtful look at you, he walks off without another glance. And your heart feels full.
You know right there…
“I love you.”