First Love

As soon as she realized that she frequently looked outside the window looking at the baseball teams' practice whenever she would have time, she realized that she's been doing it a lot. She leaned her elbow on the sill of the window and her pinkish lips curved into a smile.

Her brown eyes were casted at the wide field of the school under the sun. It was noon but the sun wasn't even that painful on skin, or maybe it's because she can feel this warmth crawling inside her that's making her soul.

Those thin curtains flying freely next to her were touching her face, swaying along with the strands of her long wavy black hair. But it didn't bother her and her eyes didn't leave that silhouette not far from her spot.

The second floor was her favorite place after class. In this distance she can clearly see the guy who's very close to her heart.