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Two times now, she’d seen him in morning and noon. It was a pleasant surprise though much a hidden delight as well.
As she had plans for him, like any other boy who crossed her path, a piece of their soul (essence?) would be trapped between the lined pages of her notebook.
She tried at first but day in and day out, seeing his, dare she say, beautiful face she found she could not.
For unknowingly he’d captured her heart preventing her from acting out.
Trapped between realities she was at a loss to do, but let with nothing but to sit and behind black frames watch him longingly.