The willingness to do particularly well in his course, fueled M's confidence in writing his major assignment and projects, so much so that he volunteered to compile, recheck, and rewrite all of his group member's English mistakes,references, missing words and citations.
But then what will he achieve in doing so? He wasn't sure himself.
Pride maybe.
However, the never ending punishment of writing complex setences, visiting library at ungodly hours, working during the recent Mid-Sem holidays and indulging oneself with research papers allowed M to witness a change in himself. That "change" lies within that one person, who seemingly calmed his heart and mind after long weeks of stress, with her caring and somewhat funny persona.
But then, he does not want to make the same mistake again; putting too much trust, pressure and feelings in his gestures, his wrongdoings, his emotions.
He did not want to suffer, just like before.
He did not want it to end, just like before.
A closed heart, just like few years ago.
His heart aches, again.
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Stand in his shoes. See his world with your eyes. The bumps of these clouds say of your emotions. The colours contrast your expressions. The number of clouds says of your stories. The darken trees collide with reality and imagination. The blue highlights of the sky tempted down to its mirror, as the day goes into the end. The stars lit up bright thereafter...while I stand here on the sidelines, cheering for you.
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