Luca
The Valentine girl stumbles upon me in the hallway, and I try to ignore the excitement I feel for some reason. I also try to pretend I wasn’t roaming the classrooms looking for her because I can’t just let her go after she insulted me like this for no reason. Well, technically I know it is not for no reason, but I got my point.
She almost falls face down and I lift my hands to hold her shoulders before she fell, a glimpse of a thought that she feels so fragile and delicate under my hands rushes through my head. For a second I wonder what it would be if I could really hold her. The murderous glare she points in my direction, even when her doe eyes continue to escape mine, like nothing’s new, make me let her go immediately. She looks like I burned her where I touched her, or stained h
