I was sitting all alone at the lunch table like I always do in school when I heard you say breezily, "Scoot."

I turned and blinked in bewilderment, a fiery shock of curls spilling over a small, oval face, some soft locks sticking to glossy red lips.

You raised your eyebrows in question, shrugged and slid beside me without invitation. You didn't know how my heart raced so fast that time as you shifted towards me, your vacant eyes boring into me. "Bella, you?"

Sent : 02:50 pm
Date : 13 November