A boy:A girl [Drabble] #3
Word Count: 325
He sits there and I sit here. Two different sides of the room, but in reality two different worlds
We’re both stuck in the same situation though, put in the same class as another. The only thing is we don’t know it.
I catch glimpses of him as often as I can, but even that has become too depressing seeing they are never returned. I used to enjoy sitting underneath the clock, because when he would want to know the time and in a way he would see me as well.
Him and everyone else, that kind of took the fun out of it. Then I realized that to them, a clock was worth more than me.
He sits in the middle and I still stay where I am, does that mean were moving on? Not that we were ever as ‘one’ or in a place together. But I can dream, ne?
The space between us gets smaller, though I doubt either of us cares. Life is on the rebound with summer clawing at your brain, distracting you from otherwise important things. Like gazing at him… you’ve been lacking in that obsessive habit lately. Oh well, I suppose.
Life goes on, but still the feelings remain. Locked up tight inside of you, cause you’re too scared to make a move. So you opt to watch, but how much time will go on before you finally realize just what you’re doing, and start to regret how much you’ve missed?
The bell rings, and he is getting up to leave. You pack up your things as fast as you can, always timing it so you leave first but just a couple people before him. Alright, so we are bordering on obsession a little. But you can’t help yourself
You don’t see each other after that. Sitting in two different places, you live two different lives. Never to meet, never to collide. You’re safe - but so utterly alone.
He sits there and I sit here. Two different sides of the room, but in reality two different worlds
We’re both stuck in the same situation though, put in the same class as another. The only thing is we don’t know it.
I catch glimpses of him as often as I can, but even that has become too depressing seeing they are never returned. I used to enjoy sitting underneath the clock, because when he would want to know the time and in a way he would see me as well.
Him and everyone else, that kind of took the fun out of it. Then I realized that to them, a clock was worth more than me.
He sits in the middle and I still stay where I am, does that mean were moving on? Not that we were ever as ‘one’ or in a place together. But I can dream, ne?
The space between us gets smaller, though I doubt either of us cares. Life is on the rebound with summer clawing at your brain, distracting you from otherwise important things. Like gazing at him… you’ve been lacking in that obsessive habit lately. Oh well, I suppose.
Life goes on, but still the feelings remain. Locked up tight inside of you, cause you’re too scared to make a move. So you opt to watch, but how much time will go on before you finally realize just what you’re doing, and start to regret how much you’ve missed?
The bell rings, and he is getting up to leave. You pack up your things as fast as you can, always timing it so you leave first but just a couple people before him. Alright, so we are bordering on obsession a little. But you can’t help yourself
You don’t see each other after that. Sitting in two different places, you live two different lives. Never to meet, never to collide. You’re safe - but so utterly alone.