dug from my blog. suddenly felt inspired to make flash fiction again =)
There he goes again.
And here she goes again. Heart pounding. Palms sweating. Lungs exploding.
It’s been like this for three months now. She doesn’t even know his name or why he passes by the same corridor every morning at exactly nine. Never once did he look her way but that didn’t stop her from sitting on the same spot pretending to read a book, or drink coffee, or eat cupcakes.
The first time she saw him, it was as if a dream occurred in her waking moment. He has that face that seems to come straight out of a Korean drama. The height, the built, the hair – it was as if all those men she had dreamed of came to life. This was the same spot when that magic happened. So now, even for just a few minutes, midst her crazy schedule – this has been her get away. A place…
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