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.
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