He placed the key in the knob. He turned it until the door opened. He entered, placed his bag on the empty bench. He looked around and saw that nothing changed. Everything was like the way he left it two days ago. No new notes on the whiteboard, no new notes on the logbook. He sat on a chair and studied for the quiz in his next class.
She peeped through the window at the door. She saw the man with his back turned against her. She held the knob. She turned it a bit, but stopped. She stared at the man whose back is still turned against her. She stared for the longest time she can remember. She removed her hand from the knob. She left.
He studied until he fell asleep. He dreamt about playing chess with her, laughing with her, teasing her. He dreamt about her smiles, her jokes, her drawings. He heard a knock on the door. He lazily woke up. He saw his classmates smile through the window. He groaned. He grabbed his bag, locked the door and left.
She peeped through the window at the door. She saw many people, except the man she saw a while ago. She entered and was greeted with jokes and teases. She responded with jokes and teases and laughed with them as if she had the best day ever. But she knows that the day was not even a good one. It isn’t.
He peeped through the window at the door. He saw many people, including the person he’s been waiting for since morning. The person he dreamt about. His lips curved into a smile. He entered. He was greeted with jokes and teases. He responded with jokes and teases, he laughed, his smile not disappearing. He placed his bag on the bench. He looked for a chair. He sat beside her.
And it began.
He greeted her. She smiled a bit. He told her about his quiz, the frog he dissected, the funny guy he met at the elevator. She again responded with a simple smile, her eyes at the floor. She said nothing. He asked what’s wrong. She said nothing. She tried her best to control herself. She breathes in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. It won’t go away. She silently cursed while tightening the grip on her pants, his eyes still staring burned her being. It was painful, yet she doesn’t want it to stop. She can’t stop it. A tear fell from her eye.
She wiped it furiously, making sure he doesn’t notice what’s happening. He got surprised. He put his arm around him, keeping on asking why. She angrily removed his arm. She stood up, grabbed her bag and pulled the door. She can’t move. She wanted him to stop her. She tried to look back, but she hesitated. Her foot took the step. She left. He stared at her back for the last time.
And it ended.