Hello! This short story is so easy to write. It is the first time I wrote in second point of view so that could be why. You guys know the drill by now. Read, review, and enjoy! Oh, thanks for all the love. I didn't think this would get any fans.
That navy sweater brings out your eyes if I remember them correctly. I can only see the side of your face because you are currently drinking from the water fountain. It is easy to walk over to you. The minute you bend down to get the water, everyone scattered away, leaving the hall unblocked. I wonder what kind of blessing or curse you have to get a crowd of people to disperse.
I don't say anything as I stand behind you. I just wait for you to finish, and though I am not thirsty, I pretend that I am to have an excuse to be there. My anger I had for you dissolved as I slowly forgot you, but as I see you taking your time gulping down the clear liquid as if you have been deprived of it for a long time, it grows slightly. It is irrational, but so are you.
After two minutes, I clear my throat. I don't have anywhere to be, but I want to talk to you and you are not giving me the chance. Still, you act as if you did not hear a sound and just proceed to drink. It is weird how natural you look bending over. Not in a sexual way, but in a way that a child would look if they were to be drinking from the fountain. What I mean to say is that you resemble a teenager rather than the adults that cower from you.
It is outrageously long until you decide that you are hydrated. What is even more outrageous is that you leave without looking at me. You just slide from your spot, face forward and walk away. I would go after you, but just like the time in the library, as soon as you are gone, the place is filled with people. I quickly lose sight of you.
It's not like I didn't try to chase you down. I did, but maybe it is because you are too small that I can't find you in the sea of our classmates. Maybe you just didn't want to be found by me, but whatever magical trick you were using to disappear from me needed to stop. I have to talk to you. I have questions you need to answer. I have comments that you need to respond and accept. So please just stop running away from me. I just want to talk. I promise.
Plea or promise, you remain hidden. Are you just a figment of my imagination or something? Is this my sanity trying to tell me that it is going on vacation? Are you some coping mechanism that my brain invented because I have recently been under stress due to my internship? If you are, shouldn't you at least say a few words to me. Look at me, maybe? Or just acknowledge my existence?
I spend longer thinking about you. I have no pressing issues, so my thoughts naturally come back to the unsolvable you. Do you ignore me because you think I am not worth your time? I mean, I don't look like much, but I do have my good points. I am smart. A genius some would say. I am athletic. I can be funny sometimes. Depending on the situation, I can be charming too. Though I am not as handsome as others, females and males are interested in me. I do fine in that department. I am not that weird. I do have a strange obsession with cats, but that is not something you avoid someone over, unless you are allergic. Are you? Is that the reason? I can give up the felines for a week or two if that would make you have a conversation with me.
I like to change what I said earlier. I said I wasn't weird, but I guess I am now. It's your fault. Your fault that I am asking around to find out your name. You are making me into a stalker, and I don't appreciate it one bit. Just tell me your name! Then I can stop with this madness. And it is madness because no matter how I describe you, no one knows who you are or if they do know, they won't tell me. I even went to the administrative, but they said they can't release any information about students without their consent first. Well, I wouldn't even be there if you consented and told me who you were in the beginning.
It takes me a month to come to the conclusion that I would let you go. So what if you are a puzzle? I can leave you unfinished. It's not like you are going to haunt me in my dreams or my every waking thought, right? You are just going to go like you do in real life: silently and without leaving a trace of your presence.