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The Girl with the Sunshine Smile

This is my fisrt story. I hope you like it \^o^/

By Dela TazkiyaPublished 26 days ago 4 min read
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The Girl with the Sunshine Smile
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Beautiful School Yard

A bright morning greeted, pouring its golden hue over every corner of the classroom. Amidst the hustle and bustle of students busy with their activities, my eyes kept scanning the entire room, making sure no harm came her way. She, sitting in the corner of the classroom, her hair neatly tied up and her glasses perched on her nose, seemed so focused on the book in front of her. As if the world around her had vanished, it was only her and the sea of knowledge that held her attention.

A small smile graced my lips as the morning sunlight streaming through the classroom window caressed her peaceful face. To me, there was no more beautiful sight than that. Her lips occasionally moving along with the reading, her eyebrows slightly furrowed when she came across a complicated part, and the occasional small sigh that escaped her lips when she finally understood a new concept. Everything exuded its own charm, making her look so captivating and adorable.

Although the classroom was bustling with activity, with the sounds of laughter and chatter echoing like a melodious tune, nothing could catch my attention. The world seemed to be silent, with only her and me in our own space and time.

Slowly, without her realizing, I stepped closer to her. Pretending to want to borrow a book, I sat down in the empty chair next to her. The faint scent of her shampoo and perfume greeted my nostrils, making my heart pound even faster.

I wanted to reach out and touch her soft hair, to stroke her smooth cheeks, to feel the warmth of her petite body. But I didn't dare. I was afraid she would be startled and walk away. I was afraid she would misunderstand and think of me as a weirdo.

So, I just sat there quietly beside her, enjoying every moment with her. Occasionally, I would glance at her secretly, observing her every move and expression. And every time her eyes met mine, I would immediately look away, pretending to be busy with the book in my hand.

I knew that my feelings were unspoken. I knew she would never know how much I loved her. But that's okay. I was happy to be near her, to see her smile, to feel her presence. That was enough for me.

And I would continue to watch over her, silently, without her knowing. I would be her protector, her guardian angel, always by her side, whenever she needed me. Even though she would never know, I would always love her, with all my heart.

One day, a flyer for a local art competition caught my eye. It was a photography contest, and a mischievous idea sparked in my mind. Over the years, I'd amassed a secret collection of photos – stolen moments of Mia's life captured through my lens: a candid shot of her lost in a book, another of her radiant smile as she helped an elderly neighbor. Every photo whispered a story, a testament to the silent love that bloomed within me.

The competition was fierce, but something about the raw emotion in my collection resonated with the judges. My photos, titled "The Girl with the Sunshine Smile," won first place. The award ceremony was a chance encounter disguised as fate. Mia, a lover of art, was there, drawn by the captivating display. As she stood mesmerized before my photographs, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"These are beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely a tremor.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I took a deep breath and approached her. "They're just snapshots of everyday moments," I admitted, my voice a touch hoarse.

"But they capture the essence," she countered, her gaze meeting mine. "The joy, the struggle, the beauty in the mundane."

A conversation bloomed, hesitant at first, then flowing freely. I learned about her dreams of becoming a writer, a secret she'd kept hidden. Over coffee, I confessed my fear of rejection, how I'd spent years silently adoring her.

To my surprise, a smile lit up her face. "I always thought there was something familiar about you," she admitted, her cheeks flushed pink. "The man who shared his umbrella on that rainy night, the stranger who left the care package."

My breath caught in my throat. "It was me," I confessed, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm.

A soft laugh escaped her lips. "You were my silent guardian angel," she said, her eyes twinkling with newfound understanding. "And now," she continued, taking my hand in hers, "maybe it's time you weren't so silent anymore."

The dam within me broke. I poured my heart out, confessing the depth of my love, the years spent yearning for a chance. To my immense relief, her hand squeezed mine tighter. "I thought I was alone," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "But your pictures… they spoke volumes."

That day, under the soft glow of the cafe lights, our unspoken love story was rewritten. The guardian angel stepped out of the shadows, his love song finally finding its voice. Mia, the girl with the sunshine smile, met his gaze with a newfound light in her eyes. The love they shared, nurtured in silence for so long, finally bloomed into a symphony of laughter, whispered promises, and shared dreams. It was a love story that began with a silent melody but ended in a beautiful duet, two hearts finally beating in perfect harmony.

21/05/2024

Short StoryYoung AdultLoveFan Fiction
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About the Creator

Dela Tazkiya

Hello I'm Dela, this my first experience in the world of story writing. I hope you like the story I created

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