Keep Going
I keep telling myself it's just an infatuation. The way my heart flutters when I see him- it's all just an infatuation. But it's been 3 years and I can't lie to myself no more. It's love, a hopeless love.
PROLOGUE
I knew the color of his eyes better than myself. I knew that it turns bronze when he's pissed, or how it gleamed when he found something funny. But funny thing is, he never once stared into my eyes, the way I did too him. I'd always watch him, when he wasn't looking. And I'd stare into his eyes while he was staring on some random object. This is the usual routine I did because I'm just hopeless, hopelessly in love. There were times where I wished he'd just look at me. But then again, nothing happened.
Today was no different. I was still looking at him on the corner of my eyes, and he was looking at someone or something again. And again, it wasn't me. But I can't stop admiring his face and his little movements that made me smile. I just couldn't. So like the usual, I just…stared.
The teacher explained something I couldn't understand, because really, I wasn't listening. Then, on the spur of the moment, he turned his head and looked at me and his eyes met mine. It was short and quick. Even my mind couldn't catch up with what happened. But my heart palpated like I would die in just mere minutes. This…this never happened before. And though he wasn't looking at me anymore, I can still feel his eyes on me. It didn't really hit me that he just caught me staring at him.
Did the bell just ring? My heart was too loud for me to hear properly. Was it time for me to go home?
" Kagome! What the hell are you still doing here?"
I snapped out of my thoughts. "Huh? Oh yeah, I was just… thinking."
Sango just looked at me strangely then left. But as I was leaving the classroom, I glanced at his seat then took off, blushing. I bet what occurred earlier didn't mean a thing to him. And though I know that he would probably forget all this later, I'd still remember this day for a very, very long time.
And he wouldn't even care.
A/N: I'm attempting to write something past my boundaries.