The Next Day
“Hey.”
I run into him again.
Well… not exactly “run into.”
Our paths just happen to cross, and my breath hitches like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. It’s like I’m seeing a halo floating above his head. How does a face like that even exist?
Mark’s smile appears as he walks toward me, his steps carrying a hint of shyness. The bustling school hallway suddenly feels quieter, emptier. I freeze without meaning to, watching him close the distance.
What is this?
Why do I feel butterflies swirling in my stomach like someone shook up a soda can? My fingers are tingling, light, almost numb. Am I… having a seizure?
“Hey. It’s you again.” My voice comes out so soft I could be mistaken for a squeaky mouse. Clearing my throat, I force a brighter smile to match his.
Ma
