SHORT STORY: The Boy Who Stole Her Heart

This is another short, I wrote a few days ago. Please enjoy. 

The Boy Who Stole Her Heart

She walked out of the bus and breathed in the cold winter air. She was  freezing, the cold winds sent a shiver through her body.

She looked around her at first noticing the group of teenagers around her age walking to the traffic lights. She walked in their direction, heading the same way. She glanced around and thought she saw something familiar, a pair of light brown khaki. She ignored it for a second and let her gaze remain on the ground.

She looked up for a second but it had been enough to see him. Her world seemed to brighten. She looked at him and he looked at her, she felt a smile consume her face.

She was happy.

She forgot the last time she really smiled for anyone. She'd usual need to try to make sure a smile was on her face, that she looked like she was happy.

They looked at each other for only a short few seconds but she felt like time was moving slowly. She wished they could stay like that, just smiling as they saw each other.

But time seemed to move forward once again and she noticed the people around her had started to cross the street. She forced herself to shift her gaze from him. Once she looked away she felt her happiness begin to slip out of her fingers.

She reached the other side and looked back to him. He had finished crossing the street with his friends. He wasn't looking at her but another girl. He was laughing like she told him the funniest joke he ever heard.

She looked at him for a few more moments. Staring at how he looked so content, so happy without her.

She tore her gaze away and cross the street once more.

She wanted to cry, her urge to cry was stronger then it ever been before. She knew they were never in a relationship but they were perfect for each other. Even all of the people who knew both of them saw it too. She remembered the time his mom had asked her if she liked him. At that time she just laughed and said "I just care for him". But now she knew, she knew she had handed him her heart long ago.

She felt her eyes water as she neared her destination. She held in her breath hoping it'll stop the tears from falling.

Part of her wanted to head home as fast as possible but the other had wanted to run back to him. To throw her arms around him and never let go. She kept walking straight, trying to regain control of her emotions.

She walked into her house and went straight to her room. She sat there and cried. She knew he will never feel the same way. They were friends for year, practically family. But she knew how she felt, she knew how much tears she shed over him.

He was her biggest fear but also the only thing that was able to make her happy. Without him she felt nothing. She felt like the world didn't matter, that she didn't matter. She was lonely, she was stuck in the dark.

But then he would come around and she felt alive. She felt like life meant something again. She would look at him and see him for who he was, for all of his faults and still loved him. He was able to make her laugh, a full hearted laugh.

It was as if she was trapped in a locked room by herself. The room dark and scary. But then when he was with her, the room door would open and the light will stream in and she'll stop feeling lonely, the emotion replaced by happiness.

And it was all because of him. The boy she fell in love with before she knew what love was. 

End

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I kinda wanted to play on the idea of a small short part of someone's life and this seemed like a nice idea. When I wrote this I was trying to show how hard it its to love another person, especially if they don't feel the same way. I'll try to write a little more but I'm currently working on a bigger project, hopefully I'll get that complete soon. Thank you for reading.