Author’s Note: Heyy people. This is the edited version of this story, considering a lot of people told me either to make it longer, to switch the tenses, or of some miscellaneous grammatical error. I apologize, but when I first wrote this, it was during my 20 minute lunch. I didn’t even get to eat! pouts But yes, I decided to fix everything. Thank you all for reviewing!

I watched him silently, his pale hand scribbling furiously as he wrote across the paper, his eyes glancing up and down quickly, copying everything that came out of the women’s mouth.

His eyes… They could put me in a trance, that’s how beautiful they were. And strong. They were a cloudy blue, like a somewhat overcast sky about to rain, but that didn’t stop them from shining like the sun… No, not the sun... Like the moon. 2 beautiful pools of blue that you could just fall into; fall forever into contentedness…

But those eyes had something about them today. I was confused. They were dark. They were angry, and they were sad… But what scared me the most was what else I found… they were hurt. Around his eyes was a bit red, somewhat puffy, as though he had been crying. His chiseled features did not hold the same glee as they always did. He wasn’t smiling and laughing when a friend whispered a joke over to him… But I didn’t take any of it into account… He would never like me anyways. What would be the point in feeling bad for him if he didn’t even know that I felt bad at all? So I settled myself further in my seat and continued watching.

I watched him for the entire hour and a half that we had the same class. It was calculus, so the teacher didn’t bother calling on me, knowing that I would get the answer wrong anyways. I wasn’t the brightest person ever. I could be mean at times. Hey, when did I ever say that I was perfect?

But that didn’t matter at the time. All that mattered was how beautiful it was when he brushed his hair behind his ear, all that mattered was how my heart wrenched to see him ask the teacher to go the bathroom, grab a pass, and as he was about to leave the room, see tears come to his eyes again. So I watched him walk down the hall, knowing, without even seeing his face, that he was crying his eyes out for some reason… But I just watched…

And watched…

And watched.

Author’s Note: Again, thank you all for reviewing it in the first place, and I hope that this version is more… well. More ‘together,’ than the last one. I kept it in past tense because I just love to write everything like that. And the reason he ‘was’ beautiful, is because I’d have to get over him sometime. I mean, he may not stop being beautiful, but it’s not the same as when I was infatuated with him. And I also changed the way that he looks. I made him sadder for once… and I made myself apathetic. I thought it dramatized the story just a little more. That’s my explanation for the changes. I appreciate everything!

Your loving author,

--Quinny