How To End a Crush

The handsome young guy sitting near the window flipped through his book.

His pink lips twitched a little at the sound of the turning pages.

His thick silvery hair caught the sunlight beaming in through the window which made it gleam brightly.

His jewel-like eyes caught my attention.
They sparkled through his round glasses like stars in an azure cast sky.

It was a breathtaking sight.

I spaced out, just staring at the wonder before me.

***

Throughout my entire 17 years of life, I have never once believed in love at first sight.
So, it was very strange to me that I fell so easily and so hard for a guy that I knew so little about.
I didn’t even know what he was like or where he lived or anything.

However, that’s all behind me now.
I shouldn’t be getting myself involved with upperclassmen like Noah anyhow.
Or… that’s what I thought until I saw him again.

I still remember that day as if it were just yesterday.
It had been one whole week since I started going to the academy.

At the time, I was just an ordinary freshman struggling to adapt to a new environment and a busy schedule.
I didn’t really think about nor care for meeting someone special or anything like that.

In fact, I thought I was always going to be like that.

During those days, I would spend some of my free time making extra sure that I put the books that I had borrowed from the library back in their original place.
The strict librarian would have been super annoyed with me had I put them back incorrectly.

Even the sound of my footsteps at that time could not have been any more elegant either.
My then home-economics teacher once said that I had the walk of a noblewoman.

That most elegant sound of my footsteps came to an abrupt halt as I stopped mid-stride.
For no special reason, I looked over my shoulder and, in that moment, my breath was taken away from me.

My mouth fell open, almost as if someone had grabbed my jaw from underneath and yanked it down.

I couldn’t help it.
The face of the guy standing next to me was just too radiant.

He was tall with a solid build.
If it wasn’t for that, I’d probably be led to believe that he was actually a woman.
His face was that gorgeous.

Was he… a guy? Even a human being, in fact? Not a sculpture that escaped from some shrine? Has there ever been a sculpture painted in such a way?

His long silvery hair was tidy and sparkled like diamonds.

His golden eyes were as deep as a vast lake.
His nose was high and stoic as is often seen on the busts of those powerful men from Ancient Rome.
Also, his skin was as white as freshly fallen snow that had accumulated overnight.

Wow, so handsome…

That student’s desk was located near the window where the bright sunlight always beamed in during the morning.
Every strand of his gentle hair caught the sun in a way that gave it the appearance of swirling fog amid the light.

It was enough to mercilessly shake the heart of an innocent new schoolgirl from the countryside like myself.

I lowered my eyes to his uniform where I saw his year and name stitched in white over his blue name patch.

He was a sophomore student named Noah Yurielle.

He’s that well known guy who’s been a magical genius since before he even started going to this school.

Come to think of it, when I came to take the entrance exam, I caught a glimpse of his grades posted on the wall in the hallway.

His name was posted in the slot next to the label that read “#1.”

How about that? That person was him.
Who would have known that he would be such a handsome young man like this?

I was unaware of how impolite I was being by staring at him like that, but I was so engrossed in admiring his face that I didn’t have the slightest thought of remorse.

I stood there like that as the guy tried to pass by beside me.
I was so absorbed in his face that I neglected to step to the side and he eventually ended up having to squeeze by between me and the bookshelf.

He checked out a book, and as he walked off with his hair waving gently behind him, I followed him with my eyes until he was out of sight.

It wasn’t until that moment that I realized that my heart had been racing that entire time.

That was the historical day that marked the beginning of the longest crush I’ve ever had on someone in my entire life.