Love

He walks to the viewing room slowly, overcome with emotions. Below, she's reading, legs crossed on her bed. He wants to turn away, knowing he shouldn't be here, but he can't. Or won't. He runs his fingers through his short hair nervously, scared of being discovered. His hair was so long then. He sinks into a chair, and looks back down at her. His first love, the girl he couldn't live without. But he'd been stupid, he thinks. He'd taken it all for granted, and now she's gone, never to return. She was so beautiful, curly golden hair thrown over one shoulder, eyes lowered. The sun illuminates her face, and he can't help but smile.

Her eyes skim over the page, but all she's thinking of is him. She was so stupid, but isn't everybody that way when they're in love? Now the only thing she knows for sure is that he'll never take her back.