Girl of Smoke and Glass

by Ana Fluttersby

June Drabble War. Just a couple of minutes and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons has passed and is gone. Like so much smoke. Green eyes. I wish I had the courage to look at them again. But I know that if I reach for him in anyway, he ll look right through me as if I were made of glass.

36. Chapter 36

March 17, 2012

The Street

I´m an addict. Well, no, I'm a masochist. Okay, an addict.

After all, it´s not that I enjoy pining over a guy who has no clue I´m in this world. I don´t even know who he is, but I need it. I mean... God, I´m an incoherent mess!

So, I leisurely stroll down the street, wearing sunglasses and gawking at him for as long as I can before it becomes too obvious.

I pep talk myself into going in, sitting, and ordering something. I slow near the entrance and chicken out.

My heart is in overdrive from the wasted anticipation; I turn the corner and lean against the wall to calm a little.