It’s not who toi think it is
I was only 12 when I first saw him; I was walking to school under the rain, wearing nothing but my uniform jupe and a white blouse, it was so windy, the only thing I remember was loosing my umbrella and being all wet on the street. I tried to run after it, but the wind blew it off too quickly; I was covering myself with my arms and running, fighting the wind and trying to get to school as fast as I could, but I tripped and fell on the sidewalk – that’s when I saw him. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my entire life, his piercing blue eyes, his messy golden hair and his hard as a rock body, even then, made me forget how my bleeding knee was hurting.
He saw me fall from the corner and came running to help me, without saying a thing he grabbed both of my arms and pulled me up, so he could lift me to his arms and take me to a dry place. My eyes were hooked on his, the raindrops almost covering my sight. “Here… you’re safe” he said, putting me on a bench and sitting suivant to me; his smile was the most beautiful thing in the world, I just kept quiet, words not coming out from my mouth, only stuck in my...