He strums a tune on his guitar, his foot tapping to the beat. She watches him from over the top of her book, careful to make sure he doesn't notice her staring. He does this all the time to her, she thinks. He doesn't even realize what he does to her when they are so close. The melody flowing from him washes over her like a gentle rain, filling her soul like water flowing into an empty glass.
He glances up, a shy smile playing across his face. He likes this girl, but will never say the words. His actions speak louder and clearer than any words possibly could. His fingers dance across the strings; his eyes across her body. He is one of those rare types who the girls like, but never get with. Not because of any disdain for him or he for them, but because he doesn't press his desires. He is an artist in every sense of the word. He lowers his eyes and finishes his song. Standing up and giving her a smile that makes her melt inside, he turns and walks out of the room.
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This one really reminds of this one guy I was hanging out at my other college. Except... girls weren't with him because of his mental illness but they secretly wanted to be with him. Like me, lol. But anyway, this feels nostalgic to me and you did a good job writing this, even if it is super short.
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