Young Love

The text Rose had sent him stuck in his mind the entire week. Life was like a restless dream. On the next day she was no where to be seen in the Claremont Learning Commons, until he was on his way to class, and the bell had already rung. Maybe she had changed out of her classes. They passed each other without a glance. On the day after that she was in the Learning Commons at the usual time, but three other girls had already sat down with her. At the table in front of Rose sat Mia. If Mia ever caught me talking to Rose, you can be sure rumours would spread like wildfire around school. Then for three dreadful days, Rose did not appear at all. His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony. He had absolutely no clue as to what happened to her. What if she transferred schools? What if she caught a deadly virus? Worst and likeliest of all, she might simply have changed her mind and decided to avoid him. However, the next day she reappeared. The relief of seeing her was so great that he could not resist staring directly at her as she gracefully walked across the room to her table by the window. He could not take his eyes off her.