I opened my eyes slowly, trying to whisk away the time so I wouldn't have to endure this most treacherous encounter. Even as my eyes began to open, I stopped myself from seeing, or at the very least noticing, everything that was happening around me. But I knew deep inside my chest that I couldn't wait any longer to do this. For every hour of my everyday had been spent stressing about this moment, and now that it was finally here, even with what seemed like years of build up and thoughts on the subject, I had but a clue what to say or even do in this instance. I looked up, removing my chin from it's usual place on my chest. I allowed my eyes to focus on the subject, and as they did I saw the build up of anticipation grow in it. The noise of everything around me was all sent to nothingness as the sound of my pounding heartbeat was blown out of proportion by my ever so conscious mind. I stared at her in silence for what seemed like a lifetime, until I felt the cold presence of a hand on my shoulder. Her face became clearer than it had ever been since the time I'd met her. I reached up and placed my hand on top of hers, relieving it of it's chill. I allowed my tongue just enough leighway to cough out the words I had been so anxiously holding back. That was the moment, and one of the only moments of my life, that I had been so blissfully happy; and I had no clue what to do with myself from there.
As she walked me back to class that day, I could feel the weight of the world begin to slowly, almost effortlessly, fall off of my shoulders. The entrance way to math slowly approached me though I was the one making the movements and adjusting my feet towards it. The door was suddenly no more than a foot away from my relaxing body, so I swiftly reached my arm up towards the door handle. Before I could even grasp it June placed her hand back on my shoulder and turned me around to face her.
"Hey, I've got your back." she said, both of us as we nodded our heads. I reached back towards the handle and firmly pulled open the door, being transported into what could only be the present.