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The fear of a boy - start of a love story

this story is the second part of the story The fear of a boy.

So many questions on the boys mind, still waiting for her reaction.

 

Time pass its time to go home, but she has not reacted till now, I have to do something soon, the boy thinks. Suddenly, bingo! the other girl in the class room she is close to her she can tell me her what she felt about it.
He : hey !
The Other Girl : hey! what you did man, even i was so surprised.
He: hey listen please, i want to know what she thinks about me.
TOG : She said she don't think like this, and even she never ever thought that you'll do that.
He:
opens his mouth and close it without any word coming out.
every thing is is like so lifeless.
this is now happening "the fear of a boy " is now reality.
The fear which was always inside him,
The fear which was stopping him to do that,
The fear which he was afraid of,
Everything is so soundless suddenly, like nobody want so say anything. why everyone is doing funny things. they are just moving their lips but without any sound.
How would i face her with all this stuff happened ?
after some days in the school,
Friends : hey buddy! whats up ? why weren't you coming from last few days ?
He : nothing much, i just wasn't feeling good.
Friends : are you allright man?
He : yeah ! am good, am fine.
and he silently moved into the class with eyes pointing to ground, don't wanna look at anyone, don't wanna look at her, what she'll be thinking ?
and in the lunch time he is still sitting in the class room and a hand put a notebook in front of him and a sweet voice in a slow pitch says
Sorry! i know i hurt you but i can't do this, please try an understand.
He : yeah its okay, i mean why are you saying sorry, i should be sorry for what i did.
She: But we can be friends.
He remains silent.
We are friends now, may be one day she'll understand how much i love her and then she'll love me.  and here begins our love story. she ask his number. one night she text him and they start chatting on phone, every night, every day, then
She : why don't you call me ?
He : I've never talked to a girl on phone.
She : i won't hurt on phone,
He : i know you won't hurt me off the phone either.
She calls him,
He : hey!
She : do you think my voice doesn't sound good on phone.
He : no i like you and i just everything you do and what you are and you know why i love you ?
She :why?
He : its not because you are so beautiful but its because your heart and thinking is so beautiful.
She : oh ! thank you!
He : hey! I Love You so much.
She doesn't say anything in reply.
Some days later exams starts but story remains like it is.
they are so close to each other, they care for each other they help each other,
the first person they text is each other and the last voice they hear at night is of each other.
on the last day of exams.
He : when we will meet again ?
She : I don't think we'll meet, but we will remain in contact through phone.
He : but why can't we meet ?
She : i didn't told you but my father is being transferred to some other city and we are leaving next week.
yeah i can understand, but i am happy that we'll still be in touch, said he while trying to hide tears in his eyes.
She : well after all we are friends forever.
He : okay bye, love you, just inform me the day you leave.
She : okay, bye.

continued...
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