He had found the beauty again, eventually. In the halls of the now empty school, the setting sun painting the world in a warm orange. Though - as expected - he had promptly been ignored. This wasn't the first time he had been ignored. The beauty had always ignored him since the first time they passed each other in the empty hall.
Never had they looked directly at each other, never had our hero caught sight of the forest eyes before now. Which explained why he hadn't fallen in love with the man until now.
Though, that did not make up for the fact that they had on several occasions, almost daily, passed each other in the empty hallway, much like now.
It wasn't much our hero knew about the scowling, yet beautiful man. He knew he was stern and swore a lot as he could hear him all the way down the hall whenever he was on his way to his clubroom. He knew he was the student president, and even though he would shout a lot; he always stayed after everyone had left to finish the work. Or make sure everything was right. Or go through and fix the mistakes the first years had made.
He would stay until the sun was setting and painting the world into orange. When the hallways were warm and empty. Then he would close the door, return the key to the teacher and pass our hero on his way down toward the school entrance.
Our hero was in the photo club, he would stay behind developing photos.
The walls of the school were thin. Which was why, while the sun was slowly descending, our hero could hear who he now knew as the beauty with the forest eyes mutter and bicker to himself while going through documents, or archives, or anything student president related. Our hero would be in the dark room, developing photos and snickering at the creative curses that spilled from the beauty's lips.
He didn't develop the photo of his beauty. No, that photo was too precious, too splendid for his skills to be able to do it justice. Instead he moved it to his phone, flickering too the photo now and then, only to stare and stare and sigh. Because he was in an inevitable love, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Again, the halls were orange and the beautiful man was about to pass him. Though suddenly, in a flicker of seconds, while the world slowed down, the beauty with the forest eyes glanced at our hero and their eyes met again.
He looked nothing like he did when our hero first had eye contact with him. There was no blue dress, or long blond fair hair, even the glasses were gone yet our hero didn't mind. His hair was short and dark blond. He wore the school uniform while his shoulders were square and his back was straight. He was undeniably a man, but still our hero thought of him as the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
Because at that very moment their eyes had met, the sun had hit them and warmed his dark green eyes, making the green and orange melt together. Into a colour only able to be described as the sun shining through the leaves of a spring forest. And our hero's heart stopped for those flickers of seconds. Before it started again, and beat faster and faster and faster still while our hero's cheeks darkened into two rose buds and the beauty passed him coldly, disappearing down the warm hall.
It was all too much, the love he felt was too strong. The happiness bubbling in him was too grand. Especially when he looked forward for tomorrow's day - despite having that awful geography quiz - because at the end of his school day, he would again pass his beauty.
And those seconds in the orange hall would be theirs alone.
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I didn't plan this. The truth is that "The inevitable love" was supposed to be... well, only that... not this. And then suddenly people want more and BAM! It's like an unexpected baby being born. I don't think this one is that good. Or it's more that I'm not sure what my opinion on this one is... it's just really unplanned, just sort of happened... yeah...