She looked at him in a distance. She could tell he wasn’t paying any attention to the guy in front. His left hand was playing his hair. His right hand gripped the pencil. But his paper remain empty. But he was staring at the paper. Staring it hard. But she knows his gaze is empty.
Somewhere. His mind is at somewhere. And she prayed she could go to wherever his mind is at.
Her mind started to work. What does he thinking about? Is it about a girl?
A girl.
The girl.
The girl that she couldn’t be.
And with that, with a big lump on her chest. She decided to move forward.
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