STELLA
The next day, at school, everything is quiet in my head. Too quiet. It's one of those days when I wake up with no desire to talk to, or see anyone.
I almost forgot about the hole in my chest for the past few days. Almost.
I feel him nearby. Viktor.
My eyes move of their own accord till I spot him. Looking like the beautiful storm he is.
When did I start seeing him as beautiful?. Right. A long time ago.
He doesn't speak to me the whole morning. I don't expect him to. He doesn't glance in my direction. He doesn't so much as breathe around me. Which he shouldn't.
But I could feel him, before I even saw him. The air shifted whenever he entered a room. And I hate that I noticed all that.
The dude was literally everywhere without having to be anywhere.
In history class,
