Okay, I'm just gonna start by saying that I love this song, and it's my otp, ssoooo..8I
All I knew this morning when I woke
Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before
My indigo eyes wandered around the room at the other kids, I looked up at my father, my eyes building with tears in childish fear he wouldn't come back, "Pappa.." I whimpered, my lower five year-old lip pouting out as I tugged on his long coat.
My father looked to me, his hands bracing my shoulders as he chuckled, "You'll be fine, Emma, you might just meet someone at school," he glanced at the building and then around the schoolyard, "Now, let's go meet your teacher."
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met
After witnessing my teacher, my father handed me to her for the rest of the day. I grasped at my sundress as I entered the classroom, which was mixed with a few ages.
My eyes widened in surprise as I saw Berwald, I smiled a bit and ran over to him silently, "Hei, Berwald.." I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear as I stood by him. My small grin disappearing a bit as I noticed he had two other children next to him, one a small blonde girl with an off-white beret.
But the other one somehow caught my attention, sandy locks spiked atop his head and striking aquatic eyes that twinkled like the stars in fairytales. His grin faltered as those eyes met mine, "Hej, Berwald, do ya know who that is?" he inquired, the Swedish boy turned and smiled as he noticed me, "Ja, T'na, Math's, meet 'mma," he gestured to me as I avoided Mathias' gaze. My cheeks flushing red.
The bright grin was back, "I'm Mathias," he attempted a classy bow, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it before straightening up with a chuckle.
"S'nice to meet ya, Emma!"
I nodded and blushed,
"It's nice to meet you, Mathias.."
I may or may not continure this, let me know if I should.