Drabble:30
POV:Third Person
Most people thought Christian and Lissa first met in the attic. But that wasn't true. They'd met once before, and yes, it was love at first sight for him. Even Lissa didn't know how long he'd loved her. Or recall how they'd first met.
After Christian's parents' death, people avoided him like the plague. Nobody talked to him, but they whispered behind his back. When teachers gave group assignments, he ended up working alone. He'd have to play games by himself, looking on wistfully as the other kids played tag. And Christian hated it, hated how his parent's mistake had ruined his life. But, if anything, Christian was proud. He refused to ask for help, to initiate conversations. Why should he try when noone else did?
That changed when Christian was 14, when he met Lissa. He had been walking from the library to his dorm, arm laden with books and notes. Then, he tripped on the staircase and the books all fell around him. There were atleast twenty other people there, but no one came forward to help. No one even acknowledged his fall, or asked if he was okay. Christian crouched down to collect his things, eyes downcast to hide the tears pooling in his eyes from scraping his knee. After gathering his stuffs, he stood up stiffly and began to walk away.
"Hey!', a voice called out. And again. It took him a few moments to realize that he was being addressed. Turning around, he faced a blond girl with jade eyes and pigtails. She wasn't wearing the reluctant scowl that most people wore when they had to directly address him. Instead she was smiling. Smiling at him.
"I think you dropped this", she smiled again, holding up a notebook. Not just any notebook, but Christian's sketchbook.
Christian murmured a thank you and hastily took it from her outstretched hand. He expected her to walk away, but she didn't. Instead she said, "Your notebook fell open, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful your sketches are."
Christian was confused. He hadn't had a casual conversation for so long, he didn't know what to say. So he stood there, gaping at her. She mistook his silence for anger, so she began to ramble. "I'm really sorry for invading your privacy. But your notebook was open. I swear I didn't-"
"Which one?", Christian interrupted her.
"Sorry?", she asked him, confused.
"Which one did you like?", Christian clarified, gesturing at his sketchbook.
"Oh, umm…the one of the whitebark pines outside the library."
Christian nodded and wordlessly tore out the sketch and held it out to her. The girl looked surprised, and protested that she couldn't take it, but Christian was adamant. She took it and hugged it to her chest, thanking him profusely. Before he could reply, a feminine voice called up the stairwell, "Hey Lissa! Come on! I'm getting old, waiting for you". The blonde-Lissa- looked down and smiled.
"I have to go, Rose is waiting. But thank you for the picture. Take care.", she smiled at him kindly and walked away. Christian watched her go, a soft smile on his face. He was in love, with a pretty blond angel named Lissa. Lissa, who'd helped him, talked to him. Lissa, who hadn't held his family history against him. Lissa, whose beautiful eyes inspired a sketch out of him as soon as he reached his room. It was nice to know that someone cared.
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