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    That Feeling

    Story written on February 14, 2008 by 0okyryo0.
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    The stages of loving Annabelle.

    Annabelle has a sort of internal quietness that fascinates you. The girl has no conscience for breaking rules, laughs in the face of the school’s authority, and is never shy of speaking exactly what is on her mind. If general opinion is to be believed, you’d assume that parental neglect has led to the teenager’s attention seeking tendencies, and her mother’s position has given her a heightened sense of supremacy.
     
    You suppose it is a good thing then, that you pay no mind to general opinion – because you can’t help but notice Annabelle’s gentle, appreciative laugh and the compassion she saves for those quiet moments when her friends need her. In the same way, you don’t fail to observe the unending emotion in the girl’s eyes, be it a hot intensity or a deep genuineness; you have never found yourself able to look away. Annabelle captivates you.
     
    The death of Prissy – your dorm’s adopted porcupine– and Annabelle is comforting Colins on the stairway; a tender air of serenity surrounding her. You know you shouldn’t be intruding on the moment between them, as Annabelle peels away the bandage of Colins’ self loathing. But you find yourself frozen to the spot, staring at your student. Watching her take on her friend’s pain, as she lets the smaller girl collapse into her arms.
     
    When Annabelle turns and catches you staring, you can feel your heart stop beating. You know you should make an effort to move; to turn and walk away, but you find yourself unable to manage this feat. Annabelle’s gaze is unreadable and it holds you in place. You feel she is in your mind and you hope she can sense your admiration for her. You struggle to find another word to fit this strange new emotion swelling throughout your body, but you can’t.
     
    When the girl looks away, you are free – you can move, and slowly begin to amble back up the stairs, eyes never leaving the huddled form below; that eerie feeling still throbbing through you.
     
    You wouldn’t have realised you missed the feeling until it returned to you in full force nearly two weeks later. The bell had sounded not long ago, and only two students remained in the classroom. You had been so wrapped up in collecting the student’s papers that you hadn’t realised Kristen was in tears. That is, until Annabelle turned to face her.
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