His gray eyes looked out to the horizon. The sunset had lightened up the park, and the orange sunlight filtering through the tree leaves seemed just so beautiful. He wished he could stay like this forever, sitting on that wooden bench with her, looking out to the sunset. The only shortcoming in the plan was, she wasn't here. At least, not yet. But it was about time she came. He looked at the watch on his wrist- her gift to him on his last birthday- and realized it was pretty late. 7;15 PM. Though he didn't get restless. He kept waiting, sitting on the wooden bench. Soon, he started checking his watch more and more often.
7:35 PM. 7:50 PM. 8:00 PM.
She should have been here an hour ago. Still, he kept waiting, sitting on the wooden bench. He kept his patience and faith. He knew she'd make it to him, no matter what may. So he kept waiting, not getting up, and saw the moon come up. Seven minutes later, his phone beeped. It was a message from her, saying she couldn't make it to him.
Saying perhaps, it was time to end it all.
His phone slipped from his hand on to the ground. He stood up slowly and took a step forward, but his knees gave in and he dropped down. He lay there, between the tall grasses, as his shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs. He had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been seconds, minutes or even hours. He simply lay there, crying his heart out.
At some point of time, when it had become quite dark, he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he didn't look up, the person pulled him up by his arm and placed him on the bench. He turned around to see who it was, when he saw a familiar face. He couldn't immediately place that face in his memory, but he knew he had seen this girl somewhere. He might have recognized her as the nerdy kid with purple horn-rimmed glasses who sat at the back in Science class, if he wasn't so disturbed at the moment. Or he might have not, since popular kids don't usually payed attention to the nerds.
But she recognized him, and she sat there on the cold bench beside him for hours, holding his hand.
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Three months later, the two were sitting at the back of Science class, taking down notes quietly. When he looked up, the boy saw his old friends jeering. They were still upset with him for becoming best friends with the nerd of the class, but he didn't care. His eyes shifted farther, and saw the girl he once loved. And still did. He lowered his eyes, his muscles tightened. He hadn't gotten over her yet, but now, he hated her too. He hated her for breaking his heart.
He felt his new friend's hand on his. She smiled at him sympathetically, assuring him that everything will be alright. It's amazing how many wonders a true friend's smile can do.
7:35 PM. 7:50 PM. 8:00 PM.
She should have been here an hour ago. Still, he kept waiting, sitting on the wooden bench. He kept his patience and faith. He knew she'd make it to him, no matter what may. So he kept waiting, not getting up, and saw the moon come up. Seven minutes later, his phone beeped. It was a message from her, saying she couldn't make it to him.
Saying perhaps, it was time to end it all.
His phone slipped from his hand on to the ground. He stood up slowly and took a step forward, but his knees gave in and he dropped down. He lay there, between the tall grasses, as his shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs. He had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been seconds, minutes or even hours. He simply lay there, crying his heart out.
At some point of time, when it had become quite dark, he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he didn't look up, the person pulled him up by his arm and placed him on the bench. He turned around to see who it was, when he saw a familiar face. He couldn't immediately place that face in his memory, but he knew he had seen this girl somewhere. He might have recognized her as the nerdy kid with purple horn-rimmed glasses who sat at the back in Science class, if he wasn't so disturbed at the moment. Or he might have not, since popular kids don't usually payed attention to the nerds.
But she recognized him, and she sat there on the cold bench beside him for hours, holding his hand.
Three months later, the two were sitting at the back of Science class, taking down notes quietly. When he looked up, the boy saw his old friends jeering. They were still upset with him for becoming best friends with the nerd of the class, but he didn't care. His eyes shifted farther, and saw the girl he once loved. And still did. He lowered his eyes, his muscles tightened. He hadn't gotten over her yet, but now, he hated her too. He hated her for breaking his heart.
He felt his new friend's hand on his. She smiled at him sympathetically, assuring him that everything will be alright. It's amazing how many wonders a true friend's smile can do.
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